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Chapter Five

My cheeks flush, but I can't blame the alcohol.

I'm hot everywhere.

Take off your underwear. I want to hear you come.

I… Uh…

I can't strip in the back of a limo.

Even if I'm more or less alone.

"Kat?" His voice is a command. It'snow.

I let out a heavy exhale. "I can't."

"You want to come?"

"Yes."

"Put the phone on speaker."

I do. I set it on the bench next to me. The limo is already moving. It's not far to my place. We're right by the Brooklyn Bridge.

Is ten minutes enough time for this?

It's not like I take my time when I masturbate.

But this is different.

It's for him.

"Kat." His voice drops an octave.

"It's on speaker." I squeeze my knees together. It does nothing to temper the heat racing through me. I'm achy.

I can't believe it, but I want to strip right here.

I want to touch myself for his listening pleasure.

His voice flows from the speakers. "Don't make me ask again."

My fingers curl around my panties. I lift my hips and slide them to my ankles.

"Done," I breathe.

"Good girl."

It should annoy me, but it doesn't. It makes me hotter. It makes me even more desperate for release.

"Spread your legs."

I slide my knees apart. It shifts my pelvis up. Cold air hits my tender flesh. It wakes up my nerves. It winds me tighter.

"Take off your bra," he demands.

I roll my dress to my chest, unhook my bra, and slide it off my shoulders.

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