"No!" Her cry is music as I pull out, killing that peak, the real orgasm beyond her little flutters and contractions.
"Yes." I'm panting. And I hold her hands, moving her wrists to one of mine so I can drop that hand to squeeze my fucking cock hard to kill my own release dead in its tracks.
And it hurts.
"Yes," I say again, ignoring the murder in her eyes. "Here's the deal. You don't touch yourself, you don't do a fucking thing to cum today. And when I'm back..."
"What?" Then she growls at me. "What are you going to do? Torture me some more?"
Now there's a thought, and I immediately add edging her to tonight's menu. "I'll make you cum, sweet Lola. Hard."
"God, I think I hate this denial."
I laugh and bite her ear, letting her go. "No, you don't.You love it. It gets you off. Think of how good your orgasms will be."
"Plural?"
"Yes."
I take her mouth in a slow, meandering kiss. "When you've earned them."
"What does that even mean?"
I roll off her. "It means that you'll have to wait until tonight. I need a shower."
She starts to get up. "I'm coming with you."
"No, you're not. I'm not having you tempt me into fucking you. It's bad enough I'm denying myself without the added test on my convictions."
"But I'm going into work."
I bite my tongue on the words.
I don't want her to go. I want her to stay here. "Use your shower."
With that, I head to the bathroom, taking my buzzing phone as I go.
I stop. Dead in my tracks.
Cade
Vincent Amalfi is an ally of Rebecci. Might be the mysterious visitor who is hiding out in his Queens mansion. Wanna check?
Me
Yes.
Cade grits his teeth. "Fuck. Amalfi is not a player."
I stare at the security system on my computer and then at the drone footage Silas is feeding us.
He is there, in Queens, waiting and just pretending to be an avid drone enthusiast, or whatever the fuck they are called.
"I know that. He's territorial, and he doesn't tend to make deals."
Cade sighs. "Intel shows me a few things. He and your dad were once friends, you know."
I stay quiet.
