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“You can go if you want,” he says, his hand still moving. “I won’t stop you…”
“I want…” My words fail me as he slides a single finger along my outer folds. “Oh, god, I want.”
Milo gives a deep laugh behind his closed lips. “You want what?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer. He slides two fingers inside of me and my jaw drops. A twinkle of pleasure teases me, slowly building as he rubs me on the inside. He drops his lips to my neck to lick and nibble at my skin as he works me even harder.
I try to speak, but my voice comes out a moan.
“What?” he asks, amused.
“You.” I force the word to form on my tongue.
He raises a brow, but he doesn’t stop fucking me. “What?”
“I want you.” I kiss him again, drawing his bottom lip between my teeth.
He breathes with fire and passion for me, and I feel his erection pressing into my hip. “I want you, again.”
I tremble in his hands. “Yes.”
“I want you to come first,” he says. “I want you to say my name.”
I grin, feeling the pressure building. “Milo…”
“No.” He kisses my temple. “Not that one.”
I look into his dark eyes, breathing hard. “Jacob,” I say.
“Jake.” He closes his eyes. “I want you to call me Jake.”
I cup his cheek slowly, guiding his head back up to kiss him. My entire body trembles more and more with each glide of his hand inside of me. He playfully bites my bottom lip, sending a tremor down my back. I moan for him. I give myself to him. All of me.
“Jake,” I mewl, feeling the pressure burst within me.
I come for him, just as I said I would, and his smile grows wider. He keeps his hand moving in me and I feel every inch of him as my muscles pulse around him.
“Detective?”
I moan.
“Do you have handcuff keys?” he asks.
I pause, still catching my breath. “Yeah, why?”
He smirks and pulls his fingers out. “Turn over,” he whispers.
I furrow my brow, and he laughs as he reaches toward his bedside table.
He pulls out a pair of silver handcuffs. “Souvenir from Daniel Quinn,” he says, jiggling them.
“And you want to…?” I ask.
“Oh, I want to.” He kisses me. “To be fair, you cuffed me first.”
I chuckle, my body buzzing. “I thought you were a bad guy.”
“Who says I’m not?” he jokes, our lips still touching.
