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“I can’t do this, Jace.”
“You stop, I stop.”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
I roll my hips to stoke the fire, but his tight hold makes it impossible. He rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger making a stiff, aching peak. “I want Troy to hear what I’ve already had.”
“You’re evil.”
“I’ve never claimed to be a gentleman.”
I swallow hard, bringing the phone back up to my ear. “Hey. Sorry about that.”
“So Robbie’s having a get-together at his house later. How long do you think you’ll be?”
“Oh, you’re just about there, ain’t ya?” Jace grumbles.
“Not too long,” I breathe into the phone.
“Great! You want me to come pick you up in about an hour?”
“Make it two.”
My leg muscles quake. I rest the full brunt of my weight in Jace’s arms as he goes harder and deeper, his voice rumbling in my ear. “Did you know your pussy clenches when it gets excited? It’s squeezin’ my fingers.”
Troy blathers on about the party at Robbie’s, but I’ve stopped paying attention. I crush the phone in a white-knuckle grasp, biting down on my lip to keep from crying out. My clit throbs under the precise tension. Jace rubs in slow, tight circles, then dives back in only to return his slick fingertips where they started.
I’m unraveling slowly. Coming apart like a used piece of twine. It won’t be long until I’m shredded out, a tattered pile on the kitchen floor.
“This is mine, right? No one touches what’s mine.”
I nod.
“Say it.”
“It’s yours.” It tumbles from my lips as a wanton sigh.
“What was that?” Troy asks as I come undone in Jace’s hands.
Jace holds me in a possessive grasp. Our chests rise and fall together until I’m back on earth, back in the kitchen. “Sorry. I was talking to Jace.”
“Oh.”
Jace’s smile grows against my neck.
“Let me finish up here. I’ll see you in a little while?”
“Yeah. Sure.”
We say our goodbyes with Jace still inside my body. “I can’t believe you made me do that.”
I shoulder him off, and he pulls himself free. “Made you? I don’t remember you askin’ me to stop.”
I press my lips into a thin line. “Why do you keep doing this to me?”
He shrugs. “You got a bomb pussy.”
I cup my jutted hip. “Excuse me?”
