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‘Oh my god, Leyna fucking let go. I want to see what you look like. I want to see your body—’
He doesn’t finish his sentence because I lose control at the sound his voice and my whole body jerks violently, but oh so pleasantly. ‘Jack,’ I cry out, my voice echoing off the walls of the kitchen.
He starts to get up, out of his chair but I shout, ‘No! Back in that seat.’ I gulp down my own excitement as wave after wave crashes over me. ‘It’s my turn now.’
‘You want me to...’ he trails off.
‘Fucking right I do.’
He grunts his approval and takes himself in hand. I toy with myself as I watch him, still coming down from the peak and smiling deviously. He doesn’t take long—I knew he wouldn’t. We’ve both been so wound up for weeks, but even after all of this, I’m not certain I’m going to feel any less tense. If anything, this feels like this is just whetting my appetite.
‘And here I thought you were a nice, quiet, innocent girl in the office. All this time...’ he says in disbelief, shaking his head.
I blow him a kiss and he can no longer maintain control. He groans as he reaches his own climax, still staring at me from across the room.
I start to put my clothes back on.
‘Where are you going?’ he asks me suddenly.
‘Art class is over, Picasso. This never happened.’
He looks exceedingly grumpy. He clearly hates having his own words thrown back at him.
‘Maybe we cannotdo this again sometime?’ I try to stop myself from laughing.
‘You’re absolutely right Leyna, this can’t happen again,’ he says.
Fucking hell, not this bullshit again.Sure, Jack. We’ll see about that. I shrug my shoulders and put my clothes back on. ‘We’ll see,’ I say, completely unable to keep the snark out of my voice as I walk out on him, knowing full well the hold I have over him—and the hold he has over me.
Chapter 24
Jack
Ican’t stop thinkingabout what wedidn’tdo last night. I should’ve been thinking about what we did do—Leyna, unclothed, Leyna spread wide, Leyna caressing and stroking herself as I watched on, a storm of torment and torture.
In an effort to take my mind off things, I send a text to Gerik and Dalton. It’s Saturday afternoon and I’m hoping they’re free to grab a pint. It’s not long before they both text back and soon enough, the three of us are in the pub with pints in hand.
