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Jack let out a hoot of laughter. “Are Ian’s orgasms not good enough, baby? Does he need to work on his technique?”
“I do not need to work on my technique.” Ian crossed his arms over his chest with a huff.
“I was hoping I might get ice cream and orgasms.”
Ian narrowed his gaze at her.
“Your orgasms are just fine.” She patted his hand.
“Just. Fine?” His face started turning red.
“You’ve done it now, baby girl,” Jack told her with a wink.
Uh-oh.
“You certainly have.”
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Oh, yeah.
She’d definitely pulled off more than she could handle. Maggie squirmed in her seat as Ian ran his hand up her thigh under her skirt.
Her breath caught as Ian rubbed his finger over her slit. She let out a small moan.
“Something wrong over there?” Jack asked cheerfully.
She glared at him. He knew exactly what was wrong. Ian had stolen her knickers. They were currently in the pocket of his trousers.
And now, he’d decided to drive her insane by playing with her under the table.
“Ian, please,” she begged. “Uncle Willy could come downstairs.”
“Jack is keeping watch. He’ll let us know if he moves out of his room.”
Jack just grinned and nodded. “I can see the camera we had installed in the hallway after his accident. I’ll see if he comes downstairs.”
This torture had been going on for hours. All right, so maybe not that long. But it felt that way.
It was awful.
So. Awful.
And she wanted more.
Her breath came in sharp pants.
“You’re not eating, Little girl,” Ian murmured.
Um, yeah. She wondered why.
“You need to eat all your salad if you want your treat.”
Her treat? Did he mean orgasms or ice cream?
“Which treat?” she asked as he rubbed her clit.
Jack sat across from her, his focus completely on his food and looking like he didn’t have a care in the world.
