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“Part of my wish fulfillment.” Sloane eased off her boots and then unbuttoned her jumpsuit.

Dallin swallowed, his eyes latched on each button as she slowly opened it down to her waist.

She slid off one shoulder of her jumpsuit and then the other, slowly tugging the sleeves until she was exposed to the waist in just her black bra.

“You need to stop.” The hunger on Dallin’s face was clear as his gaze raked over her skin, and the bulge in his pants suggested he wanted her to keep going.

Sloane eased her palms into the waistband of her jumpsuit, turned away from him, and moved the fabric slowly down her thighs, until she could bend and take it off.

The strangled groan behind her made her smile. She stood, turned, and tweaked the waistband of the sexy black panties she’d bought. “Do you like what you see?”

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

Dallin stepped toward her, but Sloane raised a hand and shook her head. “No, not yet you don’t. This is your punishment, remember?”

He lowered his hand, his gaze feasting on her like he was a starving alien.

Sloane shrugged out of her bra, dropped it to the floor, and then stood with her hands on her hips, enjoying the lust on Dallin’s face.

Her body ached to be touched, but as torturous as this was, she wanted to make Dallin suffer just a bit more. And it was a turn on seeing that huge erection in his pants. An erection that was all for her, if she could just convince him to let down his guard.

Sloane picked up the bottle of oil and gave it a gentle shake, before opening it and pouring a few drops onto her chest. She massaged each breast between her fingers, pinching her nipples, and gasping as pleasure flicked through her. It only intensified when she caught Dallin’s hungry gaze latch onto her movements.

Sloane dripped more oil over her skin and rubbed it down her stomach. She eased her fingers into her panties and slid them down an inch. “We don’t want these to get oily. I’d better take them off.” She bent, removed them, and tossed them at Dallin.

He grabbed them in one hand, and held them in his fist, his fingers tracing over the silky fabric. “You’re impossible,” he whispered.

Sloane simply grinned, and dripped more oil on her skin, not stopping until it trickled between her legs. She slid her fingers down her thighs and over her slick folds.

A tremor ran through her as she brushed her fingers across her swollen clit. She was so turned on by being watched as she pleasured herself. She tipped her head back and imagined Dallin’s hands on her, touching her in exactly the same places.

Sloane shuddered and closed her eyes, spreading her legs wider. She moved her hands back to her breasts and stroked them as she squeezed her thighs together.

She opened her eyes, lifted the bottle, and held it out for Dallin.

He blinked. “What do you want me to do with that?”

“I want you to touch me just like I showed you. And you’d better make it good. After all, I’m dying.”