Page 9 of Pleasure Control

As she swirled her fingers through her liquid silk, she could feel the pressure building. She looked at him, her gaze pleading, begging him to help her quell the restlessness between her thighs. She ached for him in ways that left her breathless, dizzy.

His ragged voice interrupted her wanderings. “Your turn.” His breath came in a low rush. Moisture gathered on his forehead and Laura sensed he was struggling for control.

With her body beckoning his touch, she was barely able to comply. She eased her hand from her panties and reached for the coin.

“I call tails,” he said as he handed it to her. It slipped from her slick fingers.

“Shit, where did it go?” Jay asked.

“It went under the sofa.” Laura dropped to the floor in search of it. She crouched on her knees and bent forward. The position displayed her backside to her captive audience of one.

A growl crawled out of his throat. “Sweet Jesus, Laura. What are you doing to me?”

“It’s tails.” She began to wiggle out from under the sofa.

“I win,” Jay said. Her body quaked as his deep, sexy voice fell over her like a bed of thick fog.

Jay pressed his hand to her back. “Stay there, Laura. I want you to stay on your knees and wiggle.”

She did as he requested. When she wiggled back and forth, a jolt of fire ripped through her and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out. Obviously Jay knew what he was doing. The movement stimulated her clitoris and drove her passions to new heights. If this was losing, she never wanted to win again.

As she moved her aching body against the floor, white-hot desire claimed her. She grew edgy, restless for his touch, for release. The coin slipped from her damp fingers once again and rolled out of her reach.

“Jay?”

“Yeah?”

“I lost the coin.”

He dropped to his knees. “We don’t need it.”

“We don’t?” Oh God, that must mean the potion had kicked in. She twisted around, trying to glimpse his penis.

“What are you doing, babe?” His deep masculine tenor seeped into her skin, filling her with longing.

She tried to keep her voice steady, but quickly discovered her efforts were futile. “I’m trying to see your penis. To see if the potion is working.”

“My what?” She could hear the amusement in his tone.

She felt a blush suffuse her cheeks and tried to will it away. “You heard me.”

“Now, what kind of talk is that? Penis.”

She turned around to face him. “Well, that’s what it is, isn’t it?”

“Well, that’s technically correct. But let’s save the technical jargon for the lab. It doesn’t turn me on.” He leaned forward and brushed her hair from her shoulders; his gaze dropped to her exposed neck. “You know what turns me on, sweetheart?” His low, sexy voice wrapped around her like a warm blanket and she found herself inching closer.

“What?”

“Dirty talk.”

Her pulse hammered. Oh boy! He had her attention. Because dirty talk turned her on, too.

“I’ll start.”

She nodded, repeatedly. Damn, she should have at least tried to mask her enthusiasm.

“My cock is hard and throbbing, Laura. I can’t wait to fuck you.”

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