“What do you think about while you do it?” “You.” Fuck. She doesn’t even hesitate. Lips parted, both hands working between her legs. I swipe a thumb over her clit. Her legs shake, and she moves the toy in a more even tempo. “You pretending I’m fucking you right now, Bailey?” I can’t look away. We’re a jumble of limbs and wetness. “Yes,” she whispers
