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She rasped an assent, completely focused on me now. Then she touched the tip of her tongue to her lower lip, and I could’ve sworn I felt that tongue on my dick. A phantom touch that set me off like a match to a skyrocket.
A blinding heat detonated up my spine and I groaned as hot semen spurted, coating my hand and stomach. I kept working myself until I was spent. My head dropped back, my lungs sucking in air.
When I looked at Eden again, she had brought her hands down. “You—that was…”
She inhaled raggedly, her hand skating down her stomach to her panties.
I made a warning noise low in my throat. “Touch yourself and you’ll be sorry.”
Her lips thinned, but her hand stopped moving. She sat up. “Definitely a dick,” she said in an undertone.
I pulled off my T-shirt and wiped myself clean, then pulled her to her feet. “Get dressed.”
I swatted her round butt, enjoying how it bounced a little beneath my hand, then did it again for good measure before scooping up her clothes and handing them to her.
“So that’s it?” She scowled up at me. “Now I leave?”
I nodded. “I told you, that’s your punishment.”
I should’ve felt satisfied. Cain would probably say I’d let her off easy. But as good as that had been, it hadn’t been…satisfying.
I wanted to see Eden come, too. Wanted to give her pleasure.
The woman was definitely messing with my head, and the fucked-up part was, she wasn’t even trying to. She didn’t have to. She did it simply by being herself.
She sat on the couch again, dragging on her pants and shoving her feet into her socks and shoes. Then she pulled on her sweater and stood up.
“Good night,” she muttered.
“Eden?” I gripped her arm.
“What?”
“Don’t touch yourself. You don’t get to come when it’s punishment. Is that understood?”
“Go to hell,” she muttered.
“Oh, I probably will.” I released her. “But I mean it. I’ll ask you tomorrow night, and if you lie to me, I’ll know. Now, go.” I gave her another swat and turned her toward the door.
Her growl had actual teeth in it. She exited, head high, hips swaying.
I crossed to the wet bar and poured myself a stiff blood-whisky. Tossing it down, I stared at the closed door, wondering why it felt like she’d taken all the energy in the room with her.
11
Eden
I didn’t touch myself, didn’t make myself come.
I wanted to. God, I wanted to.
I’d gone to Talon’s apartment not sure what he had in store for me.
And Jesus Murphy, watching him fuck his fist was going to be seared in my spank-bank forever. The way he gripped himself, moving his hand up and down his smooth, hard flesh. The way he sprawled on the couch, eyeing me in that stern, you-will-obey-me way.
My pussy had clenched over and over, aching to have him inside me. Weeping with readiness.
He’d gone easy on me. I knew he had, but I’d had been so close to climaxing myself. So wet, so primed—and he’d still told me no.
