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She looks at them.

Then at me. “Until I say.”

My grin gets wider. “Yes, ma'am.”

“Stop enjoying this so much.”

“Cannot.”

She laughs.

There.

Thank fuck.

Then she sits astride me, and the laughter thins into something hotter.

Her hands move over my chest.

My stomach.

Back down.

Slow enough to be obnoxious.

I shift beneath her.

She stills. “What did I say?”

My brain briefly leaves my skull. “Don't touch.”

“And?”

“Until you say.”

“Good.”

Fuck.

That word shouldn't do anything.

Apparently, from Cami, it does.

She notices my reaction.

Her smile changes. “Oh, you like my praise.”

“I do.”

“You also like Micah praising you.”

“Micah could tell me I folded laundry correctly and I'd probably get hard.”

She bursts out laughing. “I am trying to be intimidating.”

“You're doing amazing, Dollface.”

Her hand closes around my jaw.