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“Scared?” he asked softly, his eyes knowing.

“Let me get drunk on you,” she urged. “Just kiss me. ”

“Just kiss you?” The head of the toy pressed more firmly against her hungry core. “But, Chay, you’re so wet and so wild beneath me. Let’s play my little game first. ”

She arched and cried out as he pulled back.

“First question. ” He licked over the top of a breast revealed by the material he nudged lower with his chin. “Did DHS send you here?”

Okay, that one was easy.

“Yes,” she answered carefully.

A soft approving murmur against the curve of her breast and he was nudging the cup of her bra lower to lick at her nipple. Heat sizzled in her veins and sent her hips thrusting, grinding against the toy he held pressed to her panties.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Am I involved?”

Was he? She didn’t think he was. He shouldn’t be. She could be honest there.

“No. ” She lifted her hips again, wanting more. Damn him, she was honest. Reward time here.

He nipped at her nipple and nearly sent her into orgasm.

“Why are you here?”

Her lips parted to answer, to spill her guts just for another taste of the pleasure he could give her.

“Follow-up. ” She moaned.

“Hmm, Chay, my little liar. ” He pulled the toy back. “Come on, baby; fess up. ”

Her eyes opened as she stared back at him, aching, hurting for him.

“Follow-up,” she repeated, the tormented whisper dragged from her throat. “It’s the only reason I’m here. ” And it was partially the truth. Enough of the truth, and all he needed to stay safe.

He knelt above her. She watched hungrily as, tossing the toy aside, he loosened his belt, unsnapped his jeans, then lowered the zipper slowly. She licked her lips, her hands poised to help him, to catch the heavy length of his erection when it was free. To taste it. To fill her mouth with it.

“Why are you here, Chay?” She barely missed the hardening of his voice.

“Follow-up. ” She felt dazed, off balance, impatient. Like an addict anticipating a fix.

And just that fast he rolled away from her, moved to his feet, and was fixing his jeans, his expression still, silent with anger.

Damn. There went the fix. Her body was screaming out in protest, reminding her how mean she was being to it. How long had it been now since she had known his possession? Five years, two months, three days, and how many hours, she thought morosely.

“I guess that means I don’t get any more rewards. ” She sighed as she adjusted her skirt and top. She didn’t bother to roll from the bed. “Lock the door behind you if you don’t mind. I may need some privacy after you leave. ”

He glared at her. The next thing she knew, the thin cord was jerked from the base of the dildo and as she watched in horror, he tore it in half.

“Oh my God. Natches, you didn’t do that. ”

“If you need privacy, then by God you can make do with your fingers. That’s what you’ve reduced me to. ” He tossed the pieces to the floor. “When you’re ready to tell me the fucking truth, you know where to find me. ”

With that, he stalked out of the room. She stared at the floor in disbelief then at the door as the echo of the main door slamming penetrated her mind.

He broke her toy and left?

She was going to kill him.

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