“Tell me you’re close,” he demanded. I was, but I slowed the roll of my body and peeled my lips back in a victorious smile. “Maybe I want to enjoy you like this for a little while longer. You can keep up, can’t you, Troy?” Dark heat flashed in his eyes. “Yeah, I fucking can.” “It’s okay if you can’t,” I whispered, stunned by my mocking tone. “I have a drawer of toys that I can always—” His fingers bit into my waist, commanding me to move. “Maybe you don’t need them anymore. You want to get off? I’m right here.”
