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“I did, Daddy,” I purr temptingly. “But that’s not nice.”

“What’s not nice?” he growls and gives me what my lips are yearning for—his teeth sinking lightly into my bottom lip and tugging nice and slow.

I swear he’ll make me cum over my fingers.

“You left me out,” I confront and dare bat my eyes so innocently, driving him insane.

He slightly shifts his gait from side to side. It’s all he can do to stop himself from throwing me over his shoulder and taking me to any surface that can handle the wrath of his thrusts.

“That’s your punishment,” he grumbles, his eyes lowering to see the single piece of clothing that’s stopping him from enjoying the naked view of my body.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t do this on purpose.

Striping everything but this jersey.

“Punishment?” I go along with it. “What did I do, Daddy?” I go on my tiptoes to kiss his chin before he lowers his head farther so he can look into my taunting eyes. “Tell me.” I can see the hint of fury mixed with the burning hunger that’s begging to be set loose. He’s fighting it with everything he has, but I can see his resistance cracking.

Piece by piece.

He just needs one more push.

Risk taker Mikayla, can you work your magic?

I move my hand from my pussy as I move around my muscled beast to lay the empty glass on the table with the perfect clink. Leaning back, I show them my glistening fingers, my arousal cloaking the surface. I bring the two fingers to my lips, sucking at them slowly as my lips move down to the base and slowly upward.

Maddox’s attention is all mine, and I’m positive Damien is taking it all in, too, but I know whose permission I need for this to go into the territory we were so frightened to test years ago.

Tonight will determine where we stand together.

With a plop out of my mouth, I finish off by licking the tip of my fingernails like I would if I sucked on their cocks and smile wickedly.

I don’t wait for him or even Damien to say a word.

I twirl around, my long, slightly curled locks moving gracefully as I sashay with the emphasis on my hips. Lifting my arms, my hands glide through my red locks, the movement causing the jersey to rise up, which I’m positive shows my bare ass that I’ve worked far too hard to gain.

Thank you to the squat gods.

“If Daddy won’t tell me, I’ll just go to bed wearing this rather comfy piece of—”

I hold back the squeal that wants to leave my parted lips as an arm hooks around my waist and lifts me off the ground entirely. It’s only a few steps of dangling and my pussy pulsing in thrilled excitement before Maddox lowers me in front of the fireplace. Turning my body to face him, I look up to see the wild expression of lust on his face while his nostrils flare with obvious fury.

“Take it off,” he demands with a heated gaze that’s begging to see my nakedness.

“What?” I feign hearing loss, desperate to hear that feral growl of a voice one more time. “Say that clearly, Daddy. I didn’t hear you.”

His hand moves around my neck, bringing me close as he leans in low enough to accentuate his words.

“Take. It. Off.”

My smile couldn’t be bigger when I notice Damien resting against the door frame, holding his glass as if there was any gin left. The man is so mesmerized by our heated confrontation, he doesn’t acknowledge that the glass is empty.

Can I blame him?

Once we’re in our world of foreplay, there’s no turning it off until we get what our bodies desire.

Tonight will be no different.

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