Macy whimpered as she nodded, her cheeks flushed and mouth slightly parted.
“Were you always so terribly clothed during our calls?”
Macy wildly shook her head. She hadn’t said anything since they’d entered her boudoir, and Harper wondered if she was too nervous to speak. Harper’s stutter only reared its head when she was anxious or unsure, which was never the case in the bedroom. She thrived here. Macy, on the other hand, seemed flustered, which made Harper pause before once again reaching out and touching what she so desperately wanted to claim.
“Before we continue, I need to know that you want this; that you’re ready for this. That means using your words.”
Macy nodded vigorously before opening her mouth to speak. “Yes! Yes, I want. I want you so much, Harper.” If her words weren’t en
