Page 75 of Butterfly Effect

“Yeah, but the thought of everyone watching is getting you off, right?”

A disapproving groan and eye roll join her reply. “Not yet.”

Her sass ends when the pads of my fingers push circles into the heated wall of her cunt.

“Wade.”

“You’re such a terrible fucking liar. Literally soaking my hand while moaning my name and can’t admit you like me.”

“I don’t.”

“Then show me how much you hate me, Freckles.” Circles of fog form where her open mouth sidles the glass. I scissor and stretch my fingers before quickening the speed of their thrusts. “Treat ‘em like my cock and squeeze.”

She obeys with a tighten.

“Go on. Come on my fingers.”

Wetness coats my hand, every impatient movement drawing simpers. Her clammy palms and clawing fingers squeak against the smooth glass as a shudder wracks her body, vibrating against where my lips graze the curve of her ear.

“Stop.”

I do.

Gabe sighs when I remove my hand. I’m tempted to lick my fingers clean like a hungry dog, but I don’t. Not without her permission.

“What do you want?”

She doesn’t respond, but her eyes reflect a mania. “You’re infuriating. It’s making me feel really out of control.”

“You want control?”

Hesitation preempts her slow nod.

There’s no going back. Not for me.

“Tell me what to do.” My hold loosens, and I backpedal. “You want to use me?”

Nothing new for Wade Boehner. I swear I was fated to have a big dick, enough talent to secure an eight-figure salary, and long bouts of loneliness: a perfect trifecta to be used for sex.

Her surprised glance follows the unsure gulp traveling down my throat.

“It’s just sex,” she repeats in a whisper. “Okay?”

Is it okay? Fuck no. But ‘just sex’ with her is better than nothing.

What’s another lie?

“Okay.”

With a pivot, her tentative steps click against the flooring until she’s behind me. “And you’d do whatever I want?”

“Yes.”

Her gaze flashes up from her feet when I also turn and halve the already short distance. Attention now fully on me, the uncertainty of her expression changes to determination.

“You can’t do this with anyone else,” she adds. “Only me.”

As if I’d want anyone else.

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