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My mouth parted as my fingers dipped between my pussy lips, seeking out my throbbing clit. A breath I couldn’t contain escaped with a moan, and my head tipped back as I circled my clit, spreading my legs further, opening myself wide for him.

“That’s it,” he said quietly. “Circle your clit, nice and slow. Show me what a good girl you can be.”

“Vienna…”

“You’re doing so good, baby.”

The praise hit me embarrassingly hard. My fingers picked up their speed, and a breathy laugh escaped me as my stomach flipped.

“Look at me,” he murmured. I forced my eyes open and locked eyes with him once more.

There was nothing casual in his face now.

Nothing playful.

Only hunger and control and the kind of desperate restraint that looked one wrong move away from snapping entirely.

“Push your fingers inside yourself,” he said, his hand stroking down the length of his cock.

With my eyes on his, I did exactly as he asked, sliding two fingers inside me with embarrassing ease. I was so aroused, so turned on, my fingers were slick with my wetness.

I slowly pumped them inside me, my breathing picking up, my chest heaving.

“Faster, baby,” he whispered, keeping his focus on the movement between my legs.

I followed his command, pumping my fingers inside me harder, my thumb circling my clit. I spread my legs wider, giving him the best view possible, and brought my other hand up to play with my nipples, squeezing them tight and pulling them into stiff peaks.

“Fuck, Gabby,” he breathed, the veins in his neck protruding from holding himself back. I knew he wanted to come in here. I knew he wanted to take over. But common sense, my safety, the fact that I was drunk, kept him a spectator.

The sight of it made me bolder.

Or stupider.

Possibly both.

I shifted higher up the bed, then slowly turned, moving onto my knees instead.

His breath caught, and a pained groan was ripped from his throat, sending a wicked little thrill through me.

I glanced back over my shoulder, just once, and whatever he saw in my expression made something in his own tighten instantly.

“Gabriella,” he said, warning threaded through the syllables. His hand jerked his cock harder, his other hand cupping his balls, his cock leaking pre-cum from the tip, making my mouth water.

Smiling to myself, I shuffled back across the mattress until I was close enough to the edge closest to the balcony door that Icould feel the coolness of it at my back, every nerve ending in my body suddenly alive with the knowledge that he was right there.

Watching.

Wanting.

A low sound left his throat. A sound of raw male appreciation, and for one suspended moment, nothing else existed between us. It was just this moment. The here and the now. The only thing we were promised.

It should have been impossible to feel safe and dangerously close to the edge at the same time.

But that was what Vienna had always done to me.

Made the worst ideas feel like home.

“Keep touching yourself,” he demanded, and his tone let me know there was no room for negotiation.