“Does it feel good, baby?” Baby. Heat rises from my pounding clit. “Yeah,” I whimper, fingering myself faster. Then I catch his eye and smile coyly, “I bet it’d feel better if you did it.” Dark amusement flashes in his eyes, but his hands clawing over the curve of his arm rest tell me he’s restraining himself. Seeing him so worked up is driving me wild. “Tell me what you’d do to me.”
