“You’re the only man I’ve ever thought of while I’ve made myself come.”
He was glad he’d disabled the cameras and sound into this room. He didn’t want anyone spying on them, the way Jana obviously had on Sunny and Betsy.
He grinned. “Why Betsy, are you telling me that you got off thinking about me?”
She groaned. “I can’t believe you’re asking me that.”
Reaching around, he gently tapped her ass. “Answer me. Did you touch yourself and think of me? What did you do? Did you touch your nipple? Squeeze it? Did you flick your clit? Press your fingers deep inside of yourself and pretend it was my dick sliding inside you? Claiming you?”
“I’m not sure this is a proper conversation to have,” she said in a prim voice that made him grin. He loved when she spo
ke like that.
Just made him want to teach her there was nothing that she couldn’t see or do with him.
He wanted to corrupt her. Dirty her. Make her his.
“One day you’re gonna show me. You’re gonna show me how you touched yourself and thought of me. You’re gonna lay naked on my bed and finger fuck yourself and I’m gonna watch as you cry out your release while you scream my name.”
“I-I can’t do that!”
“Oh, brown eyes, you most certainly will. I guarantee it.”
She went silent, her sharp breaths filling the air. “And will you do the same for me?”
“You want to watch me jerk off, brown eyes? Because I can tell you that I’ve been doing it every night since I met you. I’d wrap my hand around my cock and think of you. Course it wasn’t nearly as satisfying as having your pussy sucking on my dick. Or your mouth. But I guess now I don’t have to dream about that any longer.”
She stiffened in his arms.
Pushing too far too fast, asshole.
“Not yet. When you’re ready.” Maybe Duke was right. He needed to slow things down. Fuck, he hated when he was right.
She drew back to look up at him. “What makes you think I’m not ready?”
His breath caught in his chest as she stared up at him. Then he reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear. “There’s a lot going on, brown eyes.”
“I know that.”
“Don’t want to fuck you until you’re certain you’re mine.”
“I believe we’ve already had this conversation.”
There went her snooty voice. Christ, it had to be wrong that he got such a kick out of it. But a few weeks ago, he knew she’d never have spoken to him like that. She’d been too scared to be herself.
He fucking loved that she felt secure enough to let him see her.
He ran his thumb over her lower lip. “Open.”
When she parted her mouth, he slipped his thumb inside. “Suck.”
His eyes nearly rolled back in his head as she started to suck. Yes. Shit. This might have been a bad idea.
With his other hand, he reached up and wrapped it around the back of her neck. “I want you, Betsy. Not gonna lie. Want you in my bed. Want you in my house. In my life. Permanently. But I also want you to be damn sure that’s what you want. Not that you’re with me because you think you have no other choices.”
“I don’t think that.”
“I know you don’t think that. Now. And as much as I’d find it damn near impossible to walk away from you, I’d do it. Because I won’t have you trapped. Not by anyone. Not by me.”