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The sexual charge that involved us was powerful, almost like a connection. Zachary somehow managed to slip the straps of my sweater without me noting, and I found myself with my back to the coldness of that table, waiting. Even plastic, the bracelet burned on my right wrist when I didn't pay attention to the way I crawled away.

Calmly, Zachary took one of my bare feet in his hand, and used his thumb nail to caress the side; tender and soft against his calloused palm. The touch worked like a real jet of fire, and hammered against that part of my body that was wet, practically soaked, anxious. I arched instinctively, feeling my core tingle by the alarm and my toes curl up. He noticed, since he was holding one of them still close, but fateful away from where I wanted.

" Skip the foreplay," I spoke with a bored sigh. "I want you inside me soon.

His hand went down so fast on my thigh that I barely had time to feel the burning of the slap before he closed his fingers around that same sore s