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Lies!

A man like this looking at a woman like me with the intention of giving me pleasure?

A man like him looking at a woman like me as ifI’mthe goddess? As ifI’ma pornstar? As ifI’mperfection?

Swallowing thickly, oddly nervous yet excited too, I maneuver his fingers until they’re close to my mouth.

I have no idea what the hell I’m thinking as I let my tongue flutter around the tips, but his groan encourages me to continue.

Heart pounding so hard a cardiac arrest might be in my near future, I make sure they’re nice and wet, his amped-up breathing giving me the confidence I need to return him to his original trajectory.

There’s only expectation here. Only want. Only need.

And it’s bewildering and nuts and insanity and lunacy, but I’m only human and after the last few days I’ve had, I think an orgasm is a human right.

When he finds my clit with the precision of a heat-seeking missile—and trust me, I figured it was the eighth lost wonder of the world with how impossible it was for Harvey to uncover the myth that is my clitoris—I release a shaky sigh and grind into him when he flickers those dexterous fingertips over the sensitive nub.

My eyes shutter into slits as I release a moan and experience a full-body shiver.

His expression shifts.

His gaze grows fierce.Focused.

It jerks me into awareness. I’m at the very center of this man’s attention and I have no idea what to do with myself.

Uncertainly, I hover in place, my thighs quivering as he carries on rubbing my clit with an experienced touch.

Not too fast, not too forceful.

No clumsiness.

Just a delicious amount of skill that has chills surging up and down my nerve endings, sending sensation to every corner of my deprived self.

I start to forget my discomfort, focusing only on how damn good this feels.

My head suddenly is too heavy and it rolls on my neck as he continues to touch me, topleasureme.

The strangest of desires whispers along my nerve endings—I earned this.

I deserve to be pleasured.

I’m awake, aware, free from drugs, in total possession of my wits, and have a full stomach.

Why shouldn’t I accept this? Why shouldn’t I enjoy it?

Does it matter that I don’t know who this psycho is when he’s giving me something no one else has in years?

Does it matter that I didn’t think to ask for it?

It wasn’t like he gave me a breakfast menu with ‘orgasm’ as an option to be checked…

My hips begin to rock, knees digging into his outer thighs on the chair as the fingers that had clutched at my ass move, trailing upward with a delicate touch I wouldn’t expect this man to be capable of. When he finds my nipple, he tweaks it softly.

Very softly.

No pain.

None at all.

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