CHAPTER 17 | Libby
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“Up on the bed, legs spread.” There’s an authoritative tone to Finn’s voice now, one that has me moving before I even realize it. My n*****s ache as if he’s kissed them and he looks at me like he knows.
Who’s in charge now, I ask myself. How does he always know exactly how to play me?
I turn for the bed, making sure to give him a great look at my ass before climbing up the bottom of the bed. I take my time, partially because I want to torture him, but mostly because butterflies are pin-wheeling through my stomach.
I sit down and take a deep breath to steady them. Can I do this? It feels so...bold. I’ve never touched myself in front of anyone and now I’m supposed to do it in front of him?
Until I come?
The idea makes my mouth go dry—even as my p***y throbs
