“Yes you did. You want to get me riled up. You want me defenseless against you. And trust me baby, I want to give in, I do but I can’t. But this? This I can give you. I can give you the fucking hardest orgasm of your life without touching you. I can give you this but the question is will you let me?” Being able to make her come, hearing her breathy moans, her cries of passion and her screaming my name without being able to touch her will be my most torturous punishment yet.
All I hear are her quickened breaths on the other line.
“What will it be, Grace?” I ask impatiently.
“No,” she says shaky.
My brows raise to my hairline. “No?” I repeat in disbelief.
“No,” she repeats surer. “You don’t get to have it your way, Oak. If you want me and I know you do,” she says confidently and I can’t argue that because I do. My cock straining against my jeans is evidence enough. She then continues, “you’ll have me without having to deny yourself the pleasure of touching me. And believe me, Oak, if I respond so strongly just imagining you, don’t you wonder how I’ll respond with your hands on me?”
Oh, fuck me.
“You’re not fighting fair, baby,” I hiss through clenched teeth.
“I never said I would, did I?”
“Never imagined a sweet girl like you would fight so dirty.”
She laughs then. A throaty laugh that signal right to my cock. God fucking damn. “I don’t mind getting dirty,” she seductively purrs.
“How dirty we talking here?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” She then hangs up the phone and I’m left staring at it like a complete fucking stunned idiot.
What the fuck just happened?
And why don’t I feel guilty about it?
What the fuck does that mean?
“Hey,” Slater calls out as he walks back in. “You ready to handle club business?”
Right, club business.
Supposed to talk to Sheriff Blake fucking Crow today and see if he has any intel on why the feds are asking questions about us and what their endgame is.
But I can’t focus on that.
I’m picturing Grace and all the filthy things I want to do with her.
“I’ll be ready in a minute.” My voice comes out rough.
Slater snorts. “I really feel sorry for her if it only takes you a minute.”
Glaring at him I flip him my middle finger and he returns it back with a cheeky grin.
Fucking hell.
This war between us is proving to be harder than I thought.
Between the phone call in the middle of the night and now this?
Now she has me questioning if resisting her is a war worth fighting.
Gracie Mae
“Now remember, your inside hand goes up high while your outside hand goes low.” Sasha demonstrates with her hands on the pole. “And then you’re going to take your outside leg, swing it around in a circle and hook your ankle on the pole while pushing your other leg back.” She does the move flawlessly and looks ethereal.
