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“I did say that.”

“I want to have my fling with you.”

Be smart for once in your life and say no, Ren.

Dead. In jail. Or wrecked by two omegas and Justice Twill. Why the hell not? I was already ruined. I could enjoy the masochism for a few moments more.

I grabbed the front of her dress and jerked her to me. “Here’s the truth hidden by the propaganda. Omegas hold all the power. I’m powerless with you. I’d do anything you asked.”

She yelped when I pushed her onto her back and planted her feet on the floor. Supporting her lower back, I raised her up and tucked The Booster pillow under her ass. I gathered the hem of her dress and skimmed up her thighs. I nudged her legs even wider.

Then my heart skipped an actual beat. Her panties were pale blue with a swirling pattern of navy and white. Not a thong or a g-string. And already damp.

“Did Justice buy these for you?” I traced a finger along the edge from the top of her leg to where it disappeared between her thighs.

She screwed up her face and bit her lip like she didn’t want to answer but gave me a quick nod.

“Oh, precious, we are going to drench his panties.”

Mackenzie

“Ren! That’s dirty!” I tried closing my legs, feeling a little exposed. Talking about my panties at dinner was one thing, this was something else.

“We can get dirtier, trust me.” He pushed my legs back open and drew circles and swirls. His touch was light, too light. Not teasing, just not enough. I squirmed, like I was chasing his fingertips, trying to catch more friction.

“Ren!” I finally snapped.

“Ooo, demanding. I like it.” He increased the pressure, but it still was not enough. I arched my back and tried to thrust my hips, but his palm held me still. He slipped a finger beneath the fabric, but it was more of the same. If he’d just stay in one place…There, right there.I groaned in frustration. I slid my own hand under the fabric, just to catch his fingers and keep them in one place.

He grabbed my fingers and put them right on my clit and then removed his hands. I started to withdraw, but he held my wrist in place.

“Fuck. Don’t stop. I want to burn this image into my brain.”

I picked my head up to look at him. He was on his knees, between my legs, his palm on one thigh, holding my legs open.

“Rub your clit, Mackenzie.”

My name. Complete and perfect. Hearing him say it made me moan.

“I said don’t stop. I want to know what you look like when you make yourself come.”

I slid my finger lower, covering it with slick, before circling my clit again.

“Let me picture it,” his voice was rough. “Dinner is taking too long. All the angry flirting. You excuse yourself. All polite, with manners. But you’re not alone in the ladies' room.”

I held my breath as he created a fantasy for me.

“You’re not alone, and it doesn’t matter. You’re going to make yourself come for me. In the stall, against the wall. You pull up your dress, hold it with your teeth, so nothing happens to it.”

I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, seeing the image he was painting.

“You put one foot on the toilet.” He bent my leg and pushed it up. The empty ache screamed. Without thought, I pushed two fingers into myself. “Perfect. You know I want Justice’s panties soaked.”

I moaned at that.

“Shhh. You’re not alone, remember? No one knows the state you’re in. How badly you need to come.”

I bit my lip and whimpered.

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