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“Maybe less.”

She bit her lip, a move so sexy that Gus both wanted to watch and also got jealous of her teeth.

His eyes landed on the small silk shorts currently covering her pussy.

“Tell me you’re wet for me.”

CHAPTER 22

BRITTANY

She didn’t hesitate, so turned on by the command in his voice.

“Gus, I’m so wet for you.”

“Show me.”

He didn’t move his hands from the counter as she sat up, sliding her shorts down as far as she could get, shimmying until they fell to the floor.

“You weren’t wearing underwear.”

His strained voice rang out in the condo, almost echoing in the otherwise quiet space. His eyes were zeroed in on her pussy, where it gleamed with her arousal. Teasing, Brittany lifted one leg, hooking it around one of Gus’s arms that were still caging her in, leaving her spread open before him.

“It’s a little warm for underwear, don’t you think?”

His eyes finally traveled up to hers, seeing the tease, the heat, the desire, and his jaw visibly tightened.

“You owe me, Brittany.”

“Owe you?”

“I showed you what I liked. Now you need to show me what you like. It’s only fair.”

The memory flashed through her of him working his cock while she was streaming, watching her as he got excited, his hand moving faster and faster. She had been in the mood for revenge, and she knew it would torture him not to help her finish that day. And now, apparently, he was going to pay her back.

“I’d rather you touch me,” she tried. “I’ve been waiting for you all night.”

“You started this game, killer. I’m only insisting on you finishing it. Show me how you touch your pussy, and I’ll make sure you scream when you come.”

Fucking hell.

Her eyes on him, she let her hand slide down her body, where her sex was exposed. She rubbed slowly at first, spreading her wetness, loving the feel of her own softness as she watched Gus watch her. His gaze was intent, like he was memorizing her movements, which knowing him, he probably was.

“It nearly killed me when you walked away yesterday,” he bit out.

“I knew it would.”

His eyes met hers, piercing her in place.

“Don’t do it again.”

“Don’t deserve it again.”

They glared at each other, both stubborn. Then he smiled. “Deal.”

He glanced down where her hand had paused on herself.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.”

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