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“What were you dreaming about?” I tried once more.

“This is torture, Crow. The sensation between my legs. I can’t explain it, and you’re not even touching me there. You’re good at this—too good. No wonder you brag about getting answers.”

“So answer mine, then.”

A wicked little smile flickered across her face, and she shook her head. “It’s driving me crazy,” she moaned.

My hands moved back to her nipples. I pinched harder this time, testing her.

“You’re…you’re hurting me.”

“Then I suggest you use your safeword.”

She frantically shook her head. “I could, but I love it too much. Please don’t stop,” she begged.

I chuckled at the loud groan of frustration she let out when I returned to light caresses again. Expertly stroking her breasts, I pushed her toward that elusive need, building her orgasm once more.

It was a slow, gradual building, and she looked dazed and confused by the sensation. Damn, the guys were going to get a kick out of hearing about this. Seemed she enjoyed being edged.

“We can do this all night. What were you dreaming about?” I demanded, pinching her nipples hard, causing her to yelp.

“Damn it. God, that feels so good.” She moaned again, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. My mouth found hers, and this time I was gentle.

“Open your eyes,” I commanded.

She listened, and they flew open, meeting mine. The mingled sounds of our hard breathing filled the space between us. I was so turned on by the desire on her face. It looked fucking wild on her.

“Why are you teasing me?” she hissed, squirming on my lap. “Damn you, I love it.”

“Baby, I’ll give you what you want. All you need to do is answer my question and I’ll push you right over the edge. That’s what you want, right?”

“Fuck you,” she whimpered, trying to push her breasts against my hands in desperate need.

“Did you really just say that? Trust me, I can’t wait to fuck you. I’ll fuck you over and over and so very hard.” When I saidhard, I pinched her nipples and pulled at them with an intensity that made her cry out.

Chapter 20

Kinsley

On The Edge

Iclosed my eyes again. I couldn’t look at him. Here I was once more responding in ways I shouldn’t. Something was seriously wrong with me and my fucked-up psyche.

“No, open your eyes. I want to see you.”

The arousal in the green depths staring back was startling. He leaned in. Before I knew what was happening, my left nipple was in his mouth. The feel of it sent shock waves throughout me. He sucked and teased it before switching to the right one.

“I can’t. This is torture. You don’t understand. I want to come so badly.”

I groaned. Did I really just say that out loud? Check me into the looney bin, right away. Please and thank you. He didn’t react, just continued his assault on my nipples.

“Please.” I was desperate, near tears. My need was so intense, unlike anything I thought possible, given he wasn’t touching my pussy or clit.

“Answer my question.”

My breathing was so erratic I was panting and moaning louder than ever. I leaned in and kissed him, my hands never leaving my thighs. “I don’t want to think about my dream, just you. And what you’re doing to me. Your hands and mouth. God, Crow, I love it.”

With a smug smile, he spoke with the confidence of an experienced lover. “Very well. Tell me exactly what you need.”

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