“Did you touch yourself while you watched me?” I purposely taunt, with a breathy gasp. Shoving him to the edge of reason, because I’m not going to hang here in this torment on my own any longer. “Did you stroke your cock while watching me put on a show, or were you too afraid of what it might mean if you gave in?” That earns me exactly what I’m after. “Goddamn it, Sage.” Beau sounds pained and desperate as the first crack of his open palm lands on my bare skin, making me jerk. Heat blossoms immediately, racing from the site of the sting to throb in my clit. “I couldn’t stop watching you.”
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