Page 59 of Brazen Deceits

“Bossy.”

She inches my pants down, her fingers trailing the outside of my legs, deliberately teasing the skin as she tugs them off. She’s so goddamn perfect.

Finally, I step out of my pants, pulling off the last of my clothes before slipping into the tub across from her, my legs wide. “Come here.”

Crawling through the water, waves splashing my chest, we lock eyes. She’s picking up on the game, and a quirk of her lips says she’s humoring me. We’ll see how long that sass lasts.

I drag her the last few inches through the water, pressing her back to my chest, hooking her knees with mine, forcing her legs as wide as the tub allows. I’m already hard, the urge to skip this, to plow forward—to plow into her—is so goddamn urgent that I’m almost shaking. But I’m game for torturing myself too, so long as she’s begging by the end.

I nuzzle her neck, holding her flush against me. Her hands skate over my thighs, and it’s almost too much. “Play with yourself. I want to see how you make yourself come,” I manage.

She gasps, craning around to look at me, surprise etching her face.

“Now,” I say.

A huff sneaks out, but she turns back, tossing her head over my shoulder, her tongue sneaking a lick at my neck before she trails her hands across her body, over my arms braced around her, before one hand slides into her folds, everything exposed by her stretched legs. I lick her neck, entranced by the way her fingers skirt around, almost touching her clit, almost dipping into her hot cunt, teasing herself, no urgency, no rush.

Her other hand reaches up, snaking circles around and around each of her breasts, before she pinches her own nipple, her other hand slipping one finger, two fingers into her cunt, and I nearly come just from watching it. So damn hot.

She pulls her fingers out, circling her clit with purpose, dipping her fingers in and out before returning to address her rising pleasure.

Her other hand grasps, teases, pinches, dragging her nails across her breasts as she pants, and watching, I know she can take so much more than I’d ever imagined.

She’s shaking, she’s so close.

I press my lips to her neck, begging forgiveness for what’s coming next.

“Stop. Now.”

Chapter 26

Clara

Walker’s demand is so wrong that I can’t figure out what he means, and I jump when he snatches my hand away from my pending orgasm. A whine escapes me, tension waiting for release—ready for release—echoing inside me. “Walker, why?”

He runs his tongue down my neck and across my shoulder, nipping my upper arm. “Not yet.”

I grumble, his hand releasing mine before pressing long, smooth strokes over my stomach, my side, my inner thigh, his other hand still clasping me against him.

His cock is steel against my back, and if nothing else, I know he’s suffering just as much as I am. Maybe not exactly as much, but enough.

I shift against him, trailing my fingers up his thighs, trying to share the agony of waiting, and he bites the meaty juncturebetween my neck and shoulder, just this side of painful. “Wait, princess.”

I force out a miffed “Fine.”

His long slow pets ease the tension, the heaviness of a massage falling over my limbs, while the buzz of my clit tells me the orgasm is still there, waiting.

He pulls my right hand from the water, pressing a kiss to the pad of each of my fingers, before setting it back between my stretched legs. “Now.”

Thank God. I circle, then press on my clit, trying to find the perfect pressure, everything in me tight and sensitive. Walker nips my ear as I find the right spot, the right touch, groaning as I melt against his chest.

The warmth of my orgasm twists, growing stronger, the water cooling while my body feels like it’s on fire. I dip my fingers inside, curling and stroking, before circling one more time, the edge so close, so close.

“Stop.” He pulls my hand away.

“Walker!” I shout.

He laughs. The bastard laughs.

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