542 In Which She Rode

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"Ride me." Damien's command was Katherine's fantasy.

His authoritative tone made her wetter and more ready than she already was—his shaft almost slipped inside her when he pushed himself to her opening. Her arms flew around his neck, and she whimpered as he gripped her hips hard.

"Not yet," she breathed. She slid the palms of her hands down his hard chest, relishing the smoothness of the planes as she glided them down to his abdominal muscles. Katherine admired his physique—he kept himself fit despite how busy he was everyday.

"What?" His eyes were hazy when he looked up at her, confused as to why she was refusing him.

A knowing smile danced on her lips when she found her little revenge on him. "You stopped me from coming when I was almost there, now you have to wait."