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their own at the tender brush of skin on skin.
    She spread her hand wide over her shaved sex and let the heat from her fingers seep into her body. The tip of her middle finger grazed her swollen desperate clit and she sighed with contentment.
    She couldn’t make herself come. She’d just…give herself a moment.
    Jordan thought that maybe if she slid her fingers along the outer edges of her inner lips, she’d be better off. Not as sensitive. Not as intense.
    But it didn’t work. Her blood flow reveled at the pressure and her clitoris took up a war drum beat, all of it concentrated maddeningly in that tiny knob of flesh.
    Finally, she shook her head at it all. How silly and ridiculous it was. “So stupid.”
    She rubbed her clit in earnest. Her pressure much harder now than the usual since she’d had to wait so long. Since her need had grown so large.
    Jordan forced three fingers deep into her cunt and curled them to her deepest spots. The suede patch of hidden flesh responded, shooting a warm pleasure through her pelvis and her belly. Her legs felt heavy and her toes curled. So this is what waiting forever and ever to get off felt like.
    Her thighs fell open as her body greedily demanded the orgasm it was due. She didn’t have to think, her body did its own fluid dance. Hips pulsing up, swaying a bit—heels digging into the mattress as she tipped up enough to get her finger deeper. Jordan ground her clit to the palm of her hand, fucking herself the way she wished Gareth would. Hard and demanding and completely intense.
    The pleasure swelled, burst, leaked throughout her. The orgasm banging into her hard before shaking her all over. The rush was sweet and sudden and seemed to unfurl forever. Aftershocks moving in her pussy triggering warm waves of pleasure in her legs and arms. Her face was hot, her chest slick with a sweat.
    She shoved her hand in her hair and felt it slightly damp too. Her heart was a wild thing pounding to get out of her chest and her stomach fluttered with anxiety. She’d broken his rule. As the orgasm faded, the realization hit her.
    Jordan had promised she’d behave. She had given her word. And she’d broken it. Gareth had told her no—no release. Jordan had decided otherwise…
    She blew out a sigh and turned to her side, her body calmer for the orgasm. There was nothing she could do about it now. She’d broken the rules and she’d decide in the morning if she was going to tell him.
    He’ll know…
    “That’s crazy,” she whispered in the dark.
    The lights flipped on and Jordan blinked, raising her head to find the source of sudden brightness.
    “Was it good?” Gareth asked.
    She wanted to answer him but her mouth wouldn’t work. Her lips were frozen and her tongue a traitor. She blinked again as Gareth stepped into her room and shut the door.
    *****
    She backpedaled on the bed, her head hitting the back which was actually the sofa. Springs squeaked and that horrible iron bar that she made a production of not sleeping on, smacked her bottom.
    “Jesus, Gareth! You scared the shit out of me.” She wanted so badly to sound irate. She sounded guilty. It was audible to her so it had to be audible to him.
    “Was it good? That orgasm I told you not to have?”
    “I—”
    “Was it?” he roared. He looked angry—really angry—his face was red and his voice was booming.
    Shit.
    “Gareth, I mean…come on . It was silly. I was just—”
    “Doing what I told you not to,” he said. His voice had dropped low and somehow that was scarier than the yelling. His voice was all potential rage and malice.
    “I just…I didn’t think—”
    “That I meant it?”
    She shook her head, bit her lip. Her teeth kept returning to her lower lip, plucking, gnawing, biting it hard to focus her attention.
    “Take your pants off.”
    “What?” she chirped. Two emotions flooded through her simultaneously. Fear and excitement.
    Her body shook with the force of her feelings and the confusion of it