Page 73 of Pretty Plaything

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My eyes fly open before I can see who it is.

I glance down.

Sienna.

She’s still in my arms.

How?

I must’ve fallen asleep on the sofa, which sounds impossible. Sleeping while someone’s touching me never happens.

I don’t do this.

I can’t.

I was trained to react when someone tries to sneak up on me while I sleep or when someone tries to touch me.

So how the hell did Sienna manage to stay in my arms? Why didn’t I feel her? I’m glad I didn’t hurt her, but I don’t understand what’s going on.

Is she making me forget my training? Am I getting too comfortable around her?

“Hey,” she says as she smiles at me.

I need to stay away from her. She’s messing me up.

But I can’t make myself push her out of my arms.

She shifts, rubbing herself against my cock, which instantly comes to life.

Ah fuck.

Now I’ll definitely never let her go.

She glances down, and her smile widens. Her hand splays over my stomach and travels down, stroking me through my pants.

I catch her wrist.

“Let me explore you for once. Please,” she says, batting her eyelashes at me.

How the hell do I say no to that?

I lead her hand back to my erection. She unzips my pants and reaches for my cock, tracing her finger over my tip.

Ah fuck.

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