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“True. Still, I’d get to watch you sucking ice cream off a cone. That sounds like spank bank material right there.”
Her eyes widened. “Spank bank?”
Unashamed, I admitted, “Yes.”
“You jerk off—”
“To thoughts of you?” I smiled. “Often.”
Her cheeks glowed cherry red. Every time that happened, it was the strangest fucking thing. I had a serial killer in my bed. A serial killer who didn’t give a shit about the lives she took or how she did it. Didn’t care who got hurt in her pursuit of the truth. Yet she could blush when I talked about this stuff.
It was a dichotomy I didn’t particularly want to change, mostly because I knew she blushed because it wasme.
Sex didn’t make her nervous.
Idid.
And not for negative reasons, either. Just because she wanted me as much as I wanted her, and Star wasn’t used to wanting. She’d said it herself—she used. But she couldn’t use me. There was nothing to gain from sex with me other than pleasure, and her pleasure was my priority anyway.
“What do you think of when… You know?” she whispered like we were discussing state secrets.
“We added to the spank bank yesterday. Seeing you get off was better thanlisteningto it.”
She swallowed. “Did you like hearing me come?”
I let my finger trickle down her throat and settle between her collarbones. “Yes.”
Her knee shifted and pressed against mine. I parted them so she could slot hers between my legs. When she angled closer, she whispered, “I should get to work on those keywords.”
“They’ll be there in an hour.”
“An hour?” she queried, clearly intrigued by the prospect of how I could fill up a whole sixty minutes while horizontal on a mattress.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I let my fingers do the talking. I traced over the line of her collarbones, smoothing them along her chest, watching as goosebumps popped into being. Through the tank she wore, her nipples were visible, and I let my hand come to a halt above one.
“Can I?”
Her throat bobbed as she nodded, prompting me to circle the taut flesh. She shivered, her knee pressing against my thighs, muscles contracting and releasing in response.
Her moan as I gently tugged at her nipple had me hiding a smile.
“Your moan is spank bank material,” I informed her. “That little hitch is perfection. I love knowing that I make you feel good.”
She exhaled. “W-Why?”
I continued on my journey, letting my fingers trail along the crotch of the boxer briefs she wore—mine. She’d stolen them and I’d never been so happy to have a thief in my bed than I was right now.
Trickling the digits along the seam, I rubbed her very gently, watching her eyelids turn heavy.
“Because a woman like you deserves pleasure.”
Her gaze turned watchful.
“Because a man like me knows when he’s lucky and isn’t dumb enough to throw it away.”
“You’re not lucky,” she rasped. “I’m a minefield.”
“I like playing with things that could burn me,” I teased, content when her lips quirked. Just when she relaxed, I found the top of her pussy and gave her some pressure. “Does that feel good?”
