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“Then come here.”

She went to him eagerly, anticipating his touch, but he gripped her shoulders gently.

“What else, Colette? If it isn’t being naked while I’m not, what is it?”

Rather than reply, she lay on the bed. The eyelet duvet cover was slightly rough against her back as she positioned herself in the middle of the bed.

Landon stood at the edge, watching her carefully.

Breathing slow and deep, Colette started to put her hands over her head, but he stopped her.

“No, love. You’ll never be in that position.”

She nodded, and instead tucked her hands under her butt.

“Lie down next to me,” she said. “Facing me.”

Slowly, Landon climbed onto the bed, stretching out beside her on his side.

Colette closed her eyes, focusing on her body as she spread her legs.

“You’re breathing fast,” he murmured. “Like you’re starting to panic.”

“I’m okay. I’m okay. You have to touch me.”

“Where?”

“My pussy. Put one finger in me.”

Landon’s hand cupped her, one finger sliding between her labia. He stroked her clit and she arched up, moaning.

Once her ass hit the bed, she opened her eyes, looking at him in exasperation. “You’re not supposed to play with my clit and make me feel good.”

He snorted. “There is no reality in which, when I touch your pussy, I’m not going to do everything in my power to make you feel good.”

Her hips were rocking in little motions as he continued to tease her clit. “You’re the one who suggested we do this.”

“And now I’m making sure you know that any time these pretty legs are spread and my hand is on you…”

His finger slid down to her entrance. “In you…”

He thrust his finger in, and she arched up once more—back straining, shoulders tense—as pleasure swept through her, hot but soft.

“It will only be to please you,” he finished.

He thrust in and out a few times, then went back to playing with her clit. “Hmm, I shouldn’t have said only. I may touch and play with your pussy to tease you. Not let you come. Touch you everywhere but where you want me too.” He traced the inside of her labia while avoiding her clit.

“And what if I’m dry?” she whispered.

Landon kissed her neck, her ear. “Love, how often is your pussy dry when you’re near me? Be honest.”

“Arrogant,” she moaned.

“Factual,” he countered. “The same way, every time you smile, my cock gets hard. Even when that smile means you’ve done something that’s going to make me want to put you over my knee.”

“Can we do that now?” she moaned. Being blissed out from a spanking sounded perfect.

“No. Though I have been thinking about something.”