Page 74 of Game Changer

“I’m so close.”

My fingers are working me, he’s working me, and it feels like we’re creating something incredible together.

He drags me down the bed, grabs my other wrist and pins it flat against the sheets.

A tremor racks my body.

“More?”

I nod.

He slides back, taking my fingers from me, and I want to cry in protest. I thrust up my hips, trying to catch both our hands, but he pulls away. “Don’t come yet,” he orders, his eyes searching mine for confirmation that I will obey him.

“Why not?” I breathe out a laugh at the absurdity of his command.

“Because I like watching you too much.”

His thumb presses against my hip bone, matching the force of his words.

I gasp. My orgasm is already there in the pit of my stomach.

“Nova…” he warns.

I can’t help it. I feel too good, and he’s too hot, and I’m too turned on.

He must know what I’m feeling because with a curse, he plunges my fingers back inside me.

I’m needy and full and desperate. I squeeze my eyes closed, but I still feel his attention on me.

“Come, Pink,” he murmurs. “Come all over your fingers so I can lick it off.”

His thumb rubs across my clit, and I cry out from the pressure.

I fall over the edge, waves of pleasure racking my body.

Every ounce of feeling is amplified by his presence, his arousal, like I’m coming for both of us.

I can’t move. It was too much. It was too good.

When I finish, I push up onto my elbows to see him watching me, his expression reverent from the pleasure he seems to take from watching me come undone.

He takes my fingers and sucks them into his mouth. It’s outrageously sexy and surprisingly sweet at once. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I flush with pleasure.

Noise outside drags me back to where we are.

He notices, too.

We scramble out of bed, him moving gracefully and me tripping.

He tosses me my shorts, then tugs on his own.

I work them up my hips. “Ever?” I prompt.

“Mhmm.”

I arch my back, grinning as his gaze lands on my breasts.

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