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“It’s always about me.” I glare at him. “Maybe I want to rub the magic lamp and see what comes out.” I ignore his attempts to get away from me and wrap my hand around his dick. The veins along his cock pop as I work up and down his erection. I love the feel of the bars under my fingertips. And the hotness of his flesh against my palm.

“How about we make this about you, too?” I swipe my thumb over the head of his cock, smearing his desire over his length.

His jaw tightens as he breathes in and out as if he’s struggling to maintain his composure. “I’d rather it was about you.”

I rip open the enclosure of his jeans and yank the denim down to his thighs. “Too bad. I’ve rubbed the lamp, and my wish is to pleasure you.”

“Pleasuring you, pleasures me.” He grabs my hand, stilling my movements.

“Tough.” I drop to my knees and lick my tongue along the distended veins as I travel along each bar–from one end to the other until I reach the swollen purple head. The blood raging into his dick assures me that this is the right decision. He’s more than primed and ready to go.

I lower from my half-raised position to a squatted position. “Do you want to know what my first wish is?”

“I’m afraid to ask.” He grabs his cock and slowly rides his hand up the length. Seeing the gold bars disappear and reappear as he moves past them makes the walls of my sex convulse.

I lick my lips. “I want you to jerk off while I watch.”

Chapter Sixty-Seven

Leo

Jax should have put a warning label on the outside of the box. Not that jerking off would be a hardship or take any time. Seeing Kinsley at my feet with her sweet plump mouth wet and swollen from my kisses and those huge eyes begging for me to do what she wants. Yeah, I’m not going to last.

I work inch by inch over my flesh, relishing the sensation of my fingertips pressed into my cock. The tug of the bars only makes the sensations sweeter. At one time, it would have hurt, but now it only increases the stimulation.

She shakes her head. “That’s not good enough. Harder and faster.”

I bite my bottom lip and follow her commands. Within seconds my thigh muscles are balled tight, and my breathing is shallow.

“That’s a little better,” she coos and trails her fingernails along my balls.

“Baby. You’ve got to stop.” I have no intention of coming. Not until I’m buried deep inside of her.

“I don’t want to stop.” She raises up until she’s standing in front of me and strips bare as I continue to stroke my dick. And all I want is her pussy convulsing over my shaft. Dragging me deeper and holding me tight as she climaxes and moans, calling out my name.

Shit.I gasp and still my movements.

“Do you need my help?” She reaches out, and I grab her wrist. “You touch me, and I’m going to break. I want to please you. I need to please you.”

Her face sobers. “Okay.”

Thank God.If I knew begging would have worked, I would have started there. I’m not opposed to jerking off with her watching or spilling my seed in her mouth, but we’re still in the honeymoon phase. I’ve got to bank as many credits as possible in case I forget our anniversary or something.

Like that’s ever going to happen. But I’m still sure I’ll do something stupid at some point. I can’t lose her. She’s my entire world and the reason for my existence.

“Do you want me to change?” She grabs the costume off the table, exposing the crotchless seam on the pants.

I grab the restraints off the table and tuck my cock back into my jeans, but I don’t bother to fasten them. “Change and come to the bedroom.” I want to sound like I’m a rational human being that can hold a conversation, but I’m beyond that point.

While fastening the restraints on the bed, I regain my composure. Until she walks out of the bathroom and my mouth dries. The woman is stunning. Her hair is pulled high into a ponytail. When she walks, it swings back and forth.

The top is see-through, exposing her tight dark nipples as the tips of her breasts spill over the top. And the gauze material shifts against her thighs as she walks.

Lord. I need to send August a million dollars as a thank you for dragging us to Kansas City. And Maverick for coming up with the idea. And Jax for the sex box. And Hunter for breathing. “Climb onto the bed.”

“I thought you’d never ask. But you’d better speed things up, I might have touched myself a little too much in the bathroom after watching you jerking off.”

Seriously? I’d be pissed if I didn’t have my dick pressed against the zipper of my jeans. “Get on the bed. Now.”

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