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I look her in the eyes with all the desire I can muster. It’s too much. I want her too badly. “You get wet putting on a show for me, Angel?”

“Do you want to feel for yourself?” she asks.

I nod and motion come here.

She does.

Fuches and Diamond watch us with wide eyes, though Diamond’s seem more put-on.

I give Jamie my attention as I push the black silk aside and feel her.

She’s soaked. Ready.

I slip a finger inside her without any resistance.

Then two.

So much for playing hard to get.

But I meant what I said. I’m not going to fuck her. Not tonight.

“Fuck me,” she groans, like she can read my mind.

I shake my head.

She arches into my touch. I drive into her again, just enough to tease her, then I bring my hands to my lips to taste her.

Just like I remembered.

But not enough.

I need more.

All of her.

She follows me onto the chair, slides into my lap.

Diamond takes her lead, brings Fuches to the middle of bed.

She’s right in front of the camera.

He bends her over the mattress.

But that’s no good. We need a different angle.

“Don’t rush, baby,” Jamie says, without missing a step. “I want to taste you first.”

I pull her close enough to whisper. “Is that a good idea?”

“Best idea I’ve had all day.” She sucks on the skin of my ear. Then the soft scrape of her teeth.

Fuck.

My last bit of blood flows south.

“You know how to stop me,” she says. A reminder of our safe word. The one we used a long time ago.

She undoes my belt, rises just enough to bring her lips to my ear.