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She shakes her head, looking as frustrated as I feel.

“No?”

“Not because I don’t want to. I just don’t think I could control myself.”

“Wow, I’m impressed. And flattered. You can’t control yourself around me.”

She hits my chest. “Saint, I’m serious.”

“So am I,” I say. “Okay, what if we don’t touch each other, but we still get off?”

“What do you mean?”

My hands drop from her, and I back up a step.

“Let me watch you make yourself come.” I lift a brow. “Instead of imagining me in your head, I’ll be right in front of you.”

“So you want me to just sit here naked and let you watch me masturbate?”

I can tell she’s intrigued by the thought.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.” I cross my arms over my chest.

She bites her lip, and I see a flush creeping up her neck again.

“If I do it, I want to watch you too.”

“Deal.” I don’t hesitate.

I’m completely on board with this idea. Although I’m so turned on right now that I’m not sure it’ll take more than a few tugs to make me blow.

“I’ve never done that in front of anyone before,” she says softly.

“Me neither,” I reply.

In all honesty, it’s probably the most intimate act I’ve ever done. Both of us completely vulnerable.

“Okay,” she whispers. “Tell me what to do.”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. This is a fantasy of mine.

I move toward her again and wrap my hand around the back of her neck. I lean in and kiss her slowly, nibbling on her lower lip.

“I want you on the desk, legs spread,” I say against her lips.

She shivers, but she kisses me this time.

I drop my hands to her waist and join our hips, grinding my erection into her, making her moan. Then I drop my hands and back away.

“Take off your pants.”

She obeys, hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings, and slowly pushes her thong and leggings down her legs.

“Now pull up your shirt and sports bra. Then sit on the desk.” I grab my dick over my shorts and squeeze, and she watches me do it.

“I want you to take off your shirt and shorts,” she says as she scoots onto her desk, then pushes up her shirt and sports bra.

I smile, because fuck me if her telling me to get naked doesn’t sound like my every dream.