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The tight, wet heat grips me immediately.

Charm’s eyes close.

“Open them.”

She obeys.

“Remember what you told me the night we had each other through the phone?”

Her breathing breaks when I add another finger. “I said several things.”

“You told me your fingers weren’t enough.”

“They weren’t.”

I curl mine.

A sharp cry escapes her.

“Mine are?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me why.”

“You know why.”

I slow down.

Frustration tightens her face. “Don’t.”

“Use your words.”

“Yours reach deeper.”

I stroke the place that makes her thighs shake. “What else?”

“They’re thicker.”

“More.”

“Fuck, Ryan.”

My fingers stop inside her.

Charm glares at me through pleasure. “You’re an asshole.”

“You wrote that repeatedly.”

“I want your fingers to move.”

“And I want an answer.”

Her hands fist in the sheets. “They belong to you.”

Possession burns through me.

“What does?”