CHAPTER 39

Had her body already learned to wait for his command?

“Lie to me again and I’ll stroke myself, come at your feet, and leave you to ache all night.”

Morgan swallowed, never doubting he’d do it. “Please don’t make me say it, sir.”

“Last chance,” he grated out, stilling his thrusts completely. “Or I’m leaving.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, grappling helplessly between her body’s needs and her fears. Would he judge her harshly? Would he think she was a depraved whore, too?

“Tell me,” he cajoled.

With a gentle pinch, Jack removed the clamps from her nipples. Blood rushed back into them, swelling them with a burst of need. Yes! Then the sensation rocketed down to her clit.

Just as it hit her there, he reached beneath her again, fingers hovering so close to her aching bundle of nerves, she could feel the heat of his hand. But still, he didn’t touch her clit. Morgan moaned. All she had to do was be honest about one itty-bitty secret and he’d give her the best orgasm of her life.

This was Jack.