Page 79 of Rebel Hawke

Maybe he isn’t the one in control here.

Maybe it really is me.

Because right now, I’m pretty sure I could ask him to do anything and he would…

“Keep going, babe.”

His low, husky command sends goosebumps skittering over my bare skin, and I reach down to the waistband of my pants and slide them down, along with the thong, in one motion, then shift back onto my ass to pull them free and kick them off to the side with the rest of my clothes.

Now fully bare, completely exposed, with the light streaming in from the bathroom falling on the bed, it’s almost like I’m center-stage at the Hawkeye Club.

Only instead of reaching for the pole, he wants me to grab the vibrator.

“They said it comes fully charged and ready to go, but I want to see you use your fingers first. Show me how you get yourself off that way…”

Fuck. Am I really going to do this?

I glance at him again, and that liquid heat pools between my legs from the way he looks at me.

Hungry.

Possessive.

Barely restrained.

And like I’m his complete world.

Shit, I am doing this.

I shift back on the bed and lean my shoulders against the headboard, spreading my legs wide, giving him the full view with the bathroom light falling squarely on me.

He issues a little growl that rolls across my skin and makes my pussy clench, and I slide my hand over my stomach to that throbbing point at the apex of my thighs, ready to give him exactly what he wants.

ATLAS

WatchingWren’s fingers glide through her already-glistening core might make me erupt on the spot. My every wet dream come true. And I have to fight every fiber of my being that urges me to lunge at her off this chair and do whatever it takes to convince her to drop her no-sex rule.

So I can taste her.

Touch her.

Make her come undone a dozen different ways.

To experience knowing I can do that to her and see the beauty that is Wren Mason in the throes of orgasm because ofme.

But the woman seems determined—the kind of determined that I’m not going to get past by forcing things beyond where we’re at in this moment. Which is a pretty fucking good spot, all things considered.

When I ordered her gift, I wasn’t even sure I could get her here.

Wren may be more than willing to boss me around when it comes to exercises and my recovery, but in the bedroom, she still hasn’t found her full voice. She keeps herself bottled up. And tonight, I want her to blow that cork.

I unbutton my fly and free my cock, finally getting a hint of relief from the incessant throb that’s afflicted me since the moment I got her alone. Wren’s eyes immediately dip to my hand as I take my length in it and stroke myself. Her breath hitches, and she swirls her finger up around her clit, biting her bottom lip.

“Just like that, Little Bird, but I want to hear you.”

Unrestrained.

Mad with need.

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