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He circles me, his method of operation not changing from the other times he was here with me.

He doesn't lead with his touch, and something about it sets my body on fire.

Arousal I've only ever felt when I'm alone coats my skin, and I find it impossible, tied to this cross, to close my legs to ease the ache between them.

It scares me more than anything else, the sensation that if he chances a look, he's going to be able to tell his effect on me. It makes me feel even more vulnerable than I have with any other person coming close to me during these sessions.

I blow out a long breath, my lips forming an "O" around the release, only to suck another one in when his shoulder brushes my body.

The touch felt unintentional, but I don't know that there's a single thing this guy does without determination.

"I need you," I whisper before I can stop the words from leaving my lips.

He stands right in front of me, his gaze locked on my eyes so intensely that I fight the urge to look away.

He shakes his head, rejecting me.

My eyes burn with the threat of unshed tears, but I still can't seem to look away from him, no matter how painful his rebuff is.

I hate the feel of the single tear rolling down my cheek after it breaks free from my bottom lashes.

"Please," I whisper when he reaches up and pulls the wetness from my face.

"It's forbidden," he returns, sounding as forlorn as I feel.

It makes perfect sense that he would be told to stay away from me, but the idea of outside forces controlling my personal life, especially after the connection I have to him, makes me borderline rageful.

Of course, my life would guide me straight to someone I can't have. That's the kind of luck that I have.

"No one has to know," I barter, knowing better than to even make the offer.

"Sweet, sweet Caitlyn," he whispers as he lifts his hand.

I fully expect his touch to be sexual, maybe a brush of a finger over my nipple or the slide of a thumb through my blooming arousal.

My eyes flutter closed as I feel the brush of a single finger tracing the collarbone on my right.

I suck in a breath because he might as well have pressed two fingers inside of me for the way my body responds to him.

"I ache," I confess, my eyes still closed, feeling more than a little vulnerable.

"I do too," he whispers, the warmth of his breath blooming on my skin.

When he pulls his hand back, I'm able to open my eyes, only I don't find him watching me. Instead, I see his back as he walks away.

"Ready to get down?" Roxie asks.

It takes me a moment of staring off in the direction he disappeared before I can gather enough wits to answer. When she unties me, I find my legs a little wobblier than they have ever felt before.

After getting dressed and going to look for him, I can't help the wave of disappointment I feel when he's not sitting with Lark.

I refuse to approach the other man and make a quick path to the exit, my body still on fire from the interaction with Jersey.

Chapter 10

Jersey

I consider the fact that I might be just as bad as one of the sick fucks I've spent a lifetime putting in the path of justice, but even feeling that way didn't stop me from slinking around in the fucking shadows and waiting for her to leave the damn sex club.

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