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She comes so hard, her moans make my dick twitch again. Her back arches and her pussy pulses against my tongue as she moans my name. I eat her through every wave of her orgasm until she’s pushing at my head and begging me to stop.

I ease off and press a kiss against her inner thigh before I stand and look down at her.

She’s destroyed. Naked on my desk, plug still in her ass, pussy swollen, tears on her cheeks. Fucking gorgeous.

“The plug stays in.” I lean over the length of her body so my mouth is against her ear. “Until I decide to take it out.”

She nods. Her eyes have drifted closed.

I grab the handkerchief from my drawer and wipe her face clean. When I pull her up, she collapses against my chest. I carry her to the couch and lay a blanket over her, then press my lips against her ear and whisper, “You were perfect, little one.”

She curls onto her side, and her breathing is already starting to even out. I wore my good girl out.

I go back to my desk while she sleeps on my couch and straighten what I can before I pour another scotch. I can smell her on my fingers. I can taste her on my tongue. And it’s not enough.

Ryker’s texts play back in my mind. If only it were that fucking easy.

Fuck.

Chapter Five

Laine

I have a fucking problem, and his name is Rhett Bradley. How the hell does he expect me to marry his son after this?

Four days in this house and I’ve accepted what I am. I’m a whore for my future father-in-law, and I don’t have a single fuck to give about it.

He’s been in meetings all day. He made me sit in his lap to eat breakfast this morning and played with my pussy until I came. That was hours ago, and I’ve been wet for him ever since. And the worst part is I can’t even touch myself to take the edge off. He made this rule and he made this unsated need, all to make sure that I belong to him.

I lie on my bed staring at the ceiling, and my hand has a mind of its own. I know his rules. I know Ryker is coming home soon and when he does, this thing between Rhett and me will either change or it will end. But I’m not ready for any scenario where I don’t get Rhett too.

My fingers slip beneath my cotton shorts and find my clit. I’ve soaked through my thong. I close my eyes and think about the way he pushed his tongue into my mouth yesterday to feed me his cum. About how I grabbed his neck and pulled him closer because I wanted it to be a kiss. It wasn’t. But for a second, with his mouth on mine and the taste of him on my tongue, it felt close enough to make my chest ache.

My fingers circle faster, chasing the orgasm I need. I don’t give a fuck if he catches me. I know he’s watching. I discovered the cameras the second day—my father had them everywhere too. Rhett checks every feed in this house, and I’m certain he’s watching me right now.

This will get his attention.

I’m so close. My hips are rocking up into my hand and I’m right on the edge.