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But the more I tried to direct him, the more he resisted.

Ford was the kind of man who was always in control.

He didn’t take direction.

He gave orders instead.

And that was exactly what his eyes told me as he breathed across my nipple.

There was no touching.

Just air.

With feral, intense eyes, he asked, “Do you want more?”

“Yes.”

“How badly?”

“Please,” I pleaded, the need like a blast that required urgent attention. “Ford … now.”

He blew again, this time only a hairbreadth away from my nipple.

His tongue extended, but before it touched me, he pulled back.

“You’re going to get everything you want,” he told me. “But you’re going to have to beg.”

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Ford

I

wanted her to beg.

Maybe it was the fact that I hadn’t tasted her since we’d left LA, not risking the chance of Everly walking into Sydney’s bedroom and seeing us.

Maybe it was because we were in a public setting and the thrill of that turned me the fuck on.

Maybe I just wanted to hear how badly she wanted me.

But as I had her p