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I shift my thigh, just slightly, just to tease her a little. The warmth of her pussy on my thigh—even through the leggings she's wearing—momentarily distracts me with a bolt of lust, but I force myself to focus on her face. Her expression is still one of shock, but now I can feel her squirming on my thigh.

"Poor little rich boy, doesn't know how to make you come," I taunt. I drive my knee forward until it hits the washer. Until I'm so close to her that I feel her tits brush against me on her every breath, and I can see just how wide her pupils have blown. When she bites down on her bottom lip, I'm so close that I could probably bite it myself if I ducked down just a little bit.

"I bet you could come just like this," I continue to taunt, my voice getting quieter with every inch that disappears between us. "Couldn't you?"

She shakes her head quickly with jerky, desperate movements.

I lean forward and press my lips to her ear. "What a pretty little liar you are," I whisper.

Not being able to see her seems to help my control. With her pink lips and wide-eyed innocence, coupled with the way she was looking up at me, she had me almost ready to groan and admit that I'm just as affected by this game. I wasn't expecting her essence to hit me this fucking hard.

But I'm determined to make her crack. To either admit that the reason she won't leave me alone is because she wants a ride on the wild side, or to scare her awaywiththe idea of taking a ride on the wild side. Ten minutes ago I went into this hoping for option B, but right now I can't fucking remember why.

Because all I can think about is how sweet she'd feel taking my cock and screaming my name.

I'm so focused on getting a handle on my own urges that it takes me a second to clue into Isabella. It hits me that she's squirming on my leg and taking big gasping breaths. By the time I feel her hands scrabbling at my abs, I realize this has already gone way further than I ever intended.

I pull back to look down at Isabella, wide-eyed and slack jawed. And when her head drops back against the washer, her eyes closing and her hands fisting in my t-shirt as the sexiest fucking moan I've ever heard drips from her lips, all I can do is stare.

Stare and try to memorize the sight that is Isabella shuddering through her release.

I don't know if it takes seconds or minutes—I think I'm just as caught up in the orgasm as ifIwas the one coming. But eventually she sags against the machine, hands still gripping my shirt, and drops her forehead to the center of my chest.

In exhaustion? Embarrassment? Fuck, what the fuck do I do from here?

Before I can think better of it, I blurt out, "Did you just come?"

Thatseems to snap her out of the haze. She glances up at me, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment as she loosens her grip on my shirt.

"Your thigh was vibrating against the washer," she mumbles, so quietly I barely hear it. Then she's nudging me to back away from her.

I hurry to give her space. "Fuck, I didn't know. I didn't mean—" I swallow nervously, completely clueless about what else to say. Ineverwanted to push her that far.

And then I can only blink at her, still too stunned to do anything else. I'm waiting for her to yell, or slap me, or retaliate in any way that would be an entirely justified reaction to that kind of unwanted touch. It's exactly what I deserve.

And yet… she doesn't do any of that. She just looks down as she rights her sweatshirt and says, “You havenoidea how annoying it is to know that you can do that without even trying.”

I let out a bark of startled laughter.

Fuck,when was the last time someone made me laugh?

Isabella smiles, looking pleased with my reaction. Her cheeks are still pink, but she doesn’t seem desperate to get away from me, or like she wants to punch me in the face. She just seems unsure of what to say.

Which, same.

“I’ll leave you to it,” I blurt awkwardly, and start to back away.

She seems amused by that but doesn’t say anything.

So I turn and bolt.

11

ISABELLA

It takes about fifteen minutes for my day to go down the toilet.

First, the hot water heater is broken, which means a cold shower. Not the end of the world, because God knows as an athlete I’ve done plenty of cold plunges. But then I realize my coffee machine is broken.Thatis inexcusable.

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