CHAPTER FIFTY

“Don’t even think of cheating, Lois. I can tell whether you’ve orgasmed or not, and if you defy me on this, our little ‘jousting’ sessions will be null and void.”

Thankfully, James didn’t say another word, but I got the message loud and clear. Do not mess with me. Inwardly, I pouted, because I wasn’t prepared to risk our arrangement.

At the moment, it was the only thing keeping me sane. So, I needed to breathe, or try to breathe with a great big red ball in my mouth and get busy with some fingers.

Shaking my head, I began to rue the day I’d set foot in this house. I’d thought kneeling on my knees, naked, on the front porch was the worst thing that could happen to me.

How wrong was I? Staring at James’s face directly in front of me, paying particular attention to his closed eyelids, I splayed my knees a little wider and slid my right hand down between my legs.

There was no question that I would be wet. If James was sitting less than three feet from me, that wouldn’t be an issue. My f