I hop back on the bed, and stare hard at the black box. “I’ve told you what you wanted to know. Do I have your word that you’ll leave it alone?”
“I’ll think about it. Take off your towel.”
“I…what? How do you know—you can see me?” My gaze darts around the room.
“Yes.”
I jerk upright onto my knees. “You said there were no cameras in here,” I snap.
“There weren’t until you mistook me for someone who wants to physically harm you.”
My brain staggers beneath the weight of what he’s saying. “But, I haven’t left the loft since last night. How did you get a camera in here?”
“Accept that I’m extremely resourceful, Lucky, and take off the towel.”
I shake my head, my gaze still searching the room. When I don’t find it, I glare at the box. “Where is it?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“Because I want to find it and rip the damn thing out.”
“Why?”
“Are you seriously asking me that?”
“You’re still distressed,” he observes coolly.
My breath puffs out in disbelief. “I wasn’t when I came out of the shower.”
He doesn’t say anything. Not for a good minute.
Exasperated, I look around the room again. “What, you don’t like me pointing out that you’re the cause of my distress?”
“No. I regret that I’m not there to…see to it.”
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The brief hesitation in his words convinces me he doesn’t mean soothing my distress in the normal, comforting way. The thought of how he would comfort me makes my heart skip a few beats. Not enough to abandon the totally fucked up set of situations he’s ramming down my throat right now.
“Q—”
“Take off the towel, Lucky. I prefer not to ask again.”
“I prefer that you give me your word that you won’t do anything about Clay.”
“You have my word.”
I exhale in relief. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
I stay seated, stare at the box for another ten seconds. Then I slowly lift my arms and let the towel fall loose into my lap.
His breathing alters. “Fuck, you have the most perfect tits, firecracker. I can fuck them all day, you know that?”
My breath shortens and my fingers slide into my hair just to give me something to do with my hands. “You’d need a couple of pills of Viagra for that,” I joke.
He pauses a beat. “Hmm, it’s not an unappealing idea.”
I freeze in place. “What? You take Viagra?”
“Not normally. But I would with you, to minimize the recovery periods in between fucking you. The thought of giving it to you, making you come continuously all day and all night blows my fucking mind.”
I try to control my breathing, but the imagery he’s projecting is messing with my ability to think. Hell, it’s messing with my everything. I’m aware my nipples have turned into tight, painful points and my hairless pussy is growing damp. My mouth dries, then surges with saliva as decadent thoughts flood my brain.
“Does it turn you on, Lucky?”
A short, torn moan is my answer.
“Shall I make it happen, firecracker?”
I want to say no. I’m dying to say yes. On the one hand, I’m certain I won’t survive the experience. On the other, I can’t wait to get started. My head shake lasts two seconds before it bobs into a nod.
He laughs. “I’m not sure how to take that. We’ll reassess in a minute. Get rid of that towel and lie back for me now, baby.”
Refusing doesn’t cross my mind. It’s what I want, too. I lie back and spread my legs like he taught me to.
His hiss of approval flows through the room. I get the sense that the camera is either above me or directly in front of me. But the loft ceiling is too high, with thick beams where he can hide a camera. So I stop looking.
“You know how much I wanted to fuck you again before I left?”
My breasts are heavy. I cup and squeeze them. He groans. “Why didn’t you? Your body, your pussy, right?” I half tease.
“You were sleeping like an angel. Against my better judgment, I chose to leave you alone.”
“Why against your better judgment?”
“Because now I’m aching for that tight pussy. Touch it, Lucky. Open yourself wider and show me what I’m missing.”
One hand glides down and into my folds. My back arches as sensation buckets down on me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls, low and hoarse. “Work that clit for me. I want to see you come.”
I go to town on my body. The fact that he’s watching me ceases to disturb me. I revel in his low hisses and thick groans, use it to shamelessly ramp up my own arousal until I’m past the point of no return. I scream as my release tears through me. I hear Q’s harsh breathing as I settle back into sinus rhythm. Sublime lethargy drifts over me and I want to surrender to it.