If she didn’t stop him, it wouldn’t mean she had to marry him, would it? No. Already her clitoris swelled, throbbed, maybe in time with his blasted clock. “If you still say no, I’ll honor it.”įeeling a step removed from reality, as if he were gradually drawing a veil over her world, Faith watched him sit up, fish around in the pile of his clothes while still touching her, and emerge with a pocket watch. One minute of your time,” he said calmly, doodling around and now, at times, steering across her clit. You said you’d stop, if I…uh…asked you to.” She squirmed, unsure if she wanted to somehow make that light touch go closer, or to wriggle away. Each feathery touch that glanced off the nub sent out tiny shocks. “Or what? You’ll scream? That could be embarrassing for you.” He slipped his hand back and dipped his finger between her legs, slicking the cream of her juices forward and swirling around and around her clitoris, as if his fingertip were a pen doodling circles on paper. You say this, do you, Miss Faith Evard? And I say I’m not done with you yet.” Leonhardt cocked his head and the mischievous malevolence on his face turned purposeful. Um.” A blush swept hotly across her face. “We barely know anything about each other. “You can’t just announce that sort of thing, sir!” This time the sir was an acerbic one and not all respectful.
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