"Does it hurt when you... get hard?" His lips twitches with a grin. "What a sweet question." "You haven't... you know." I avoid his calculating gaze, forcing the word out. "Come." "It does," he groans, in a way that seems to stifle a powerful, primal urge, "hurt to be anywhere near you, sweet girl, and not be inside you." I smile a little. "But you operate best under a level of duress, right, Sir?" "What a promising addition your mere presence will be to my peak condition." A full-blown charismatic smile sweeps across his breathtaking face, and I think my heart just ballooned to the point it
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