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“No,” I protested feebly.
He laughed. “You gave me a safeword you’re not using.”
I’d forgotten all about the safeword. Even with the reminder, the actual word was escaping me.
Oh, right. It was two words. Ghost pepper.
I shuddered, squirming, ignoring the urge to close my legs and rub my thighs together.
“Your skin is so pink when you need to come.” He brushed fingers along my cheek, making me blush again on top of feeling overheated.
“Please...”
Oh no. I didn’t mean to say that.
Chapter Twelve: Tarryn
“Please what,ma jolie? Please go, or please stop?” he teased. “Do you really want me to stop and disappoint Valor when you’re this close to coming?” He leaned close to my pussy, inhaling me, his mouth hovering over exactly where I wanted it. “Please let me taste you again. Just one lick, and I’ll leave, if that’s what you really want.”
Oh…oh fuck…
My hips flexed of their own accord, pushing my clit against his lips. He gave me one long, trembling lick, my clit hood piercing clicking against his teeth. The exhale of his groan drifted across my overheated flesh.
“Please let me devour you.”
“No,” I gasped, pushing him away and closing my thighs. “No more. We’ve gone too far already.”
“Will a bit more really matter, then?” He wasn’t touching me, but his appreciation was like the brush of fingertips on my skin. His gaze burned with desire, making my frustration worse.
He swore, then collapsed onto the sofa, clutching his balls through his jeans and gazing up at the ceiling, his chest heaving. “My apologies. I’llleave. I need a minute to calm down so your neighbors don’t call the police on the pervert madly jerking off in your hallway.”
He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, as if my taste might linger there. Feverishly, his gaze slid back to me, running up the length of my nude body to my face.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He gripped himself hard enough to make me wince in sympathy. “I’m sorry I lost control of myself.”
I felt bad he was feeling bad. We’d both stepped over the line.
When I rose from the table, I wrapped the throw around me. It was soft, and the feel of it against my sensitized skin made me want to groan. I sat beside him on the sofa, leaning against his arm until he draped it around me. His fingers played absently with the bare skin of my upper chest, over my heart where it was beating far too hard.
He took my hand and held it for a moment, then pushed my open palm against the bulge in his jeans. Another trickle of desire dampened my thighs.
“Do you feel what touching your silken skin has done to me?”
“Loïc, I…”
He pushed my hand more firmly against his jean-covered cock, his hips flexing with his growl of frustration.
“Maybe you should check your phone one more time,” he suggested tightly. “See if your selfish husband has left you a message begging you to stop before you do something you’ll both regret.”
There was still no response. Valor never left me unanswered for so long. Was he ignoring me on purpose?
Why would he put me in this position then leave me to figure this shit out by myself?
Anger simmered, but most of it was probably sexual frustration.
I held my phone out to Loïc so he could see. He took it out of my hands and patted his lap. “Come here.”
“I don’t think I should do that.”
