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“You wish.”

“You’ll see.”

My heart dips. Is that his way of saying this is gonna happen again? Because we’re not actually fucking tonight. I’m not ready for that. But he’s talking about fucking, and that makes me think⁠—

Shit, do I like the idea of this happening again? I’ve never done an enemies-with-benefits situation before. It could be fun. Or a total disaster.

Whatever the case, this right here? Colton watching me please myself with something like interest in his eyes? His big, beautiful cock hard and ready for me?

It’s one of the most erotic moments of my life.

My cunt flutters. “I’m so close to coming.”

“Would you let me kiss you there at least?”

Wait, Colton actually wants to go down on me? Most guys I’ve been with don’t ask to do that. They certainly don’t look that desperate to know what I taste like.

“If you’re lucky,” I manage.

I press the heel of my hand to my clit. At the same time, I pinch my nipple and imagine Colton fucking me into my mattress. His strokes would be deep, athletic, sweat breaking out on his chest and arms. He’d use his bulk to block out the world, cover me with his scent and skin, and I’d feel like the only woman in the world.

The only one he wanted.

I come. Legs shaking, I throw back my head and pray I’ll survive the exquisite pain of the release.

“Oh shit,” I hear Colton saying. “Oh shit, honey, you look—fuck, so fucking pretty when you come.”

Did Colton just call me honey?

Did my orgasm just leap that much closer?

“Liar,” I pant, opening my eyes.

He shakes his head, brows curved upward. “Not this time. Wouldn’t lie about that. My God, Lainey. Keep coming.”

I do. I come until I’m a discombobulated mess, squeezing my eyes shut against the onslaught.

This man—this awful fucking man—makes me come harder than I have in my life. Thinking about him. Being noticed by him. Watched.

It makes me feel special, as sick as that sounds.

I despise him for it.

I open my eyes at the sound of a thump. Colton’s taken off the cuffs and is jacking himself off in earnest now. Hand pumping, stomach caving. Expression taut.

He steps forward, the sound of his boots enormous in the otherwise quiet barn. “How’d it feel?” He’s breathless. “Imagining it was me between those legs?”

“Asshole.”

He smirks, but it quickly disappears as he sucks in a breath. “Apparently I—shit, I like it when you call me that. You know what I’d do, right?”

I’m rolling my eyes. “I don’t get the question.”

“What I’d do if you were coming on me. On this.” He glances down at his dick. “I’d fuck you hard, honey. Then I’d come all over you.”

My cunt spasms one last time. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, but I would.” He steps forward again. “Fuck. Lainey⁠—”