Page 143 of His Pretty Little Duet

Clay’s wife likes women… So maybe if I belong toAurora,too.If I become someone she wants around, likes around, then… I will really be a part of their family. Forever.

I twist my finger.

The muscles inside me cling to the penetration; they are smooth and responsive, and Clay is right about this too; they arestrong.

When I purposefully clench my fingers, a wave of warmth moves throughout my entire body, peaking at the tips of my ears. I hum softly.

"Completely natural, little deer. Keep going."

Suddenly, the absence of splashing is deafening, and I don't know when that happened, so I jolt my head to the side and catch Clay leaning on the door frame to the dressing room, watching me with the beloved scorching gaze that takes every curl of my fingers up a notch.

"Don't you dare stop," he orders, rubbing the thick bulge of his cock beneath the towel hanging at his hips. He groans as he applies pressure, hissing, "Show me."

"You like to watch?" I breathe the sentence, even though I know the answer. I turn away from him, not that it helps. His energy is potent, and it spurs me on.

"I like to watchyou." His lips twitch in a grin; the now cleaned wound under his eye does nothing to lessen such a breathtaking sight. "You're so shy as you first reach between your thighs," he says. "Your eyes widen when you find a sweet spot. You blush but still press down on that special little place, your mouth parting in surprise when your body responds. Then,"—his grin grows—"you smile because you're so proud of yourself… It's the single most endearing thing I have ever seen."

My cheeks warm instantly, but I continue to explore with the soft tips of my fingers, husky moans twisting my words as I speak to him. "You have been keeping yourself from me, Sir. It isn't fair. I miss the taste of you in my mouth."

I hear the arousal in his voice as he says, "So you could find yourself again, sweet girl. What a fantastic result."

"You're so bossy."

"It is my greatest privilege discovering what my sweet, young girl needs. I admit, I didn’t anticipate it may be another pretty body like your own to explore."

I gasp, freezing my fingers on the slick swell of my lips. Twisting to face him, I mutter, "What did you say?"

A darkness shifts across his eyes. "You said her name, little deer."I did?He takes a step towards me, warning following the meaningful gait. "I don't shareyou."

"I don't?—"

"Have you ever been with a woman?"

"No." I stand up, noting the way his eyes drip down my form, drinking in the sight of my body at the cusp of arousal. "You know I haven't."

"Do you like to look at women?"

"I don't know, Sir. Yes,I guess."

"Would you like to touch Aurora?"

"I don't?—"

"Would you likeherto touchyou?" His voice drops. "To kiss your skin, to slide her fingers into your wet wanting pussy?"

I breathe out hard.

God, the man has no filter.

No 'chill' at all.

"I don't know…" I admit. There is no one else for me. I know that. Nothing I want to do that doesn’t involve him. It just seems like she is part of him… and being with her— I'm with her as often as I am him.

I clear my throat, unsure of what I’m feeling…Or mean… All I know is being away from him all day is too much distance, so when I'm with her—God, being with someone else instead of him only twists my heart and lungs into coiled ropes within my ribcage. It's not what I want.

I start to panic.

"Calm down, sweet girl. I told you I would take care of you," he grounds with that cool, smooth confidence that stirs me like nothing else in this world. "That you aremine.If it's something you want to experience, then yes, I would allow it. If you ask me very nicely. If you catch me on a good day… And it wouldbe under my supervision. Onlyonce.I cannot guarantee the outcome."

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