“I want you to show me how you make yourself come,” I repeated, my tone husky. “Then I want you to… finish. On me.” My cheeks flamed hotter with the request. I wasn’t embarrassed by it, not completely. But I felt brazen saying it aloud. Not the timid baker I’d been for as long as we’d known each other. Rowan’s eyes widened at my request. I might’ve felt nervous then. Might’ve sank back into that meek version of myself who didn’t verbalize my desires. But there was no time for that. “It’s like I fuckin’ dreamed you up,” Rowan growled, hands moving to his belt. I squeezed my thighs together in
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