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Her eyes—which had wandered down to my chest—immediately flit back up to stare at me.

I press my fingers even further between her legs and she blinks. But the blink turns into a full-on

eye closing and she bites her lower lip. “And of course,” I whisper, “even more accidents would

happen. And then my finger would slip up inside you.”

She moans a little. Eyes still closed.

“But I’m not in charge.” I remove my hand from between her legs and place both hands back on her

hips. “So… none of that actually happened.”

“God, you’re a dick.”

“I love how you’re always telling me things I already know.”

“Dick,” she says again, but now she opens her eyes. “So basically… you want me to seduce you?”

“Why, thank you. I’d love that. It’s been a long time since I was seduced.”

“How long?”

“Don’t change the subject.”

She shoots me one of those clenched-teeth smiles. “Am I going to regret this?”

“Probably. Most decisions end up in regret eventually.”

“Speak for yourself.”

“I thought I was.”

She sighs. Loudly. “Fine. I can be in charge.”

“I knew you had it in you.”

“I can be the boss.”

“Be the boss, Megan. Start with my belt buckle.” And then I take her hands and bring them to the

front of my pants. I unbuckle the belt myself, but hold her fingers close as I do it. She catches on and

pulls the loop of leather thorough the buckle. Then pops the button on my pants.

“Bossy enough?”

I laugh.

“Fine,” she says, tugging my zipper down. And that’s all it takes for the blood to start filling up my

cock. It grows thick and hard as she slips her hand inside my pants and cups her palm over the length

of my shaft. “Like this?” she whispers.

I nod and close my eyes when she begins to squeeze. “Just like that is fine.”

“Should I jerk you off? Or are you expecting more?”