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“What’s this?” I ask, my stomach muscles contracting from the cold bottle of champagne pressed against it. He adds a punnet of strawberries, grinning at me.
“This is what I call a distraction,” he banters, flashing me a dazzling smile that has my insides turning liquid and my clit throbbing
“You’re thirsty?” I question.
“Baby, I’m always thirsty when I’m around you,” he replies, striding towards the stairs, juggling me and the objects pressed between us as laughter bubbles up my throat.
Less than a minute later Beast places me delicately on the bed, and I unravel my legs from around his waist as he gathers up the items he collected from the fridge, placing them on the bedside table.
“Those are for later…” he smiles, backing away from me.
“Where are you going?”
“Nowhere,” he says, closing the bedroom door and leaning up against it. “I just want a redo.”
“A redo?” I ask, frowning.
He nods. “Of that night, when you touched yourself and I watched.”
“You want me to touch myself so you can watch?” I repeat, my skin heating at the thought.
“Yeah, but this time. This time I ain’t cockblocking myself. This time I’m joining in.”
“Oh…”
“Yeah,” he replies, jerking his chin. “As I recall, you were completely naked and spread out like a fucking feast.”
“Was I?” I ask sweetly. “Funny, I don’t remember.”
“Kate, don’t play with me,” he growls, laughter in his eyes.
I grin, chewing on my bottom lip as I reach for my boot and unzip it, dropping it to the floor. I repeat the action with my other foot, removing my socks then stand, my toes sinking into the plush carpet.
Beast’s gaze drops to my feet, and he licks his lips. “Pretty. I like the pink polish, it’s very… girly.”
“You sound surprised,” I say, glad I had a pedicure recently given Beast is so appreciative.
“Not surprised, just turned on.”
“By my feet?” I giggle, and the sound makes his gaze snap upwards.
“By everything about you.”
“Everything?”
“Everything. There’s not one thing about you I don’t love. Fuck, you turn me on.”
“I do?” I ask, acting coy, feeling anything but.
“Do I turn you on?” he asks me as he unbuckles his jeans and unzips his fly. A moment later his tattooed hand disappears beneath his boxers as he grips his cock.
“I’m not sure, let’s see,” I tease, unzipping my fly and sliding my fingers into my panties, feeling the slippery warmth there.
“Well?”
For a moment I don’t answer, I simply meet his heady stare with one of my own as we both pleasure ourselves. My fingers slide easily through my folds, my clit throbbing as my index finger swirls over the sensitive nub. “Yes, you turn me on,” I whisper silkily.
“Show me.”
