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body was rebelling against
her, refusing to peak for anyone’s touch but Ty’s now that she’d
experienced it.
    “Tell me,” he said. Slowly, he unbuttoned
her slacks and rubbed at the baby soft skin he uncovered, just
above her underwear. “God you’re so soft. So sweet.”
    Entranced, she pulled back to see his hand
dip inside the front of her pants. Against her pale skin, his
fingers were long and tan and masculine. The sight was hypnotizing,
and she held her breath as just his fingertips inched down to
ruffle her pubic hair. He didn’t go any further, however, and she
knew he was waiting for her answer.
    “I—I was thinking of lots of things,” she
forced out, her gaze trained on those fingers and unable to resist
the temptation of his touch on the most vulnerable, intimate part
of her. “But mostly I was thinking of sucking you off again.”
    As if to reward her for her confession, he
speared one finger lower and slicked it against her wet cleft, then
circled the digit around her clit. She closed her eyes and gasped.
“Yes. Please. More. I want more.”
    “You liked sucking my dick?” he
murmured.
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    “Good. That’s good. ‘Cause I loved it. I
want you to do it again. But first…”
    A second finger joined the first, mimicking
the prior movement. Then, with no warning, he curled his wrist and
instantly plunged his two thick fingers inside her.
    Her knees wobbled. “Oh. God.”
    “That feel good?”
    “Too good. We shouldn’t be… This isn’t
right…” Her eyes fluttered and shut even as she tried to fight
herself and him, certain that once this was over, he’d remember
what they’d done and think poorly of her. She didn’t want to face
that. She could face the recriminations of others, but somehow, to
know Ty thought badly of her—she couldn’t bear it.
    “If this is what it takes to get you to
admit what you need from me, I can’t think of anything more right.”
He slowly withdrew his fingers from her, and she clenched her
muscles in an effort to keep him inside her. He plunged them back
into her, hard. Repeated the thrust and retreat several times until
the pressure built inside her and she was straining for release.
Yes, yes. Just a little harder. It was right there. So close…
    “No. Not yet,” he said before slipping away
from her, this time all the way.
    Her eyes shot open in disbelief. “Yes. Now.
I want it,” she gasped.
    But he didn’t relent. Instead, he raised his
fingers and painted her lips with the slickness and scent of her
own arousal. “I’m going to give you exactly what you need, Claire.
Right here. Right now. I’m going to fuck you hard while you think
about the fact that everyone outside this room knows exactly what
we’re doing and that maybe I’m going to let them watch that tape to
make sure I did you nice and good. And you’re going to get off on
that, aren’t you? You’re going to come hard like the bad little
girl you are.”
    She’d listened to his words as if in a daze.
Up until he’d called her a bad girl. The same way Derek had just
before he’d hurt her. Even though she knew Ty would never do that,
it somehow jolted her out of her fantasy and straight back into
reality. She pulled away from him and shook her head. Reaching
down, she struggled to zip up her pants. “No,” she protested. “I’m
not bad. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m a good person and
—“
    Ty grabbed her wrists and pushed until she
was backed up against a wall. He pulled her hands over her head and
pinned her wrists there. “I’m not letting you back out of this,” he
said, his voice grim. “You said you wanted me, and now you’re going
to have me, Claire. You’re going to take every thick inch of me
inside of you, and you’re going to love it, you understand? You
know how crammed full of me your mouth was? Your pussy is going to
feel even more stuffed. You’re going to think I won’t fit, but I
will. It’ll be tight, but