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expanse of his chest, his arms, lower across his belly to the line of dark hair that disappeared into his jeans. She noticed how the first button was undone and remembered what she’d seen a few days earlier. Her face felt hot.
    She swallowed, forcing herself to ignore that feeling in her belly, between her legs. This new thing that she felt every time she was near him.
    “I switched off the oven,” he said, sitting up. “Things burn if you leave them in there, you know.”
    Shoot, she’d been so preoccupied with other things, she’d forgotten to wait for it.
    “Did it burn?” she asked, walking to the dresser to get some clothes.
    “Nope,” he said. “Come here.”
    She stopped with her back to him. Had he found out about the window? No, he wasn’t mad. He looked and sounded too relaxed, like he was enjoying himself. She turned.
    “Why?” she asked.
    His gaze told her exactly why.
    “Am I in trouble?” she asked. “If it’s about going with Jenna…”
    “I talked to Jenna briefly. Shane will handle her. I’m not angry with you. I probably should have let you do that sooner. I’m not planning on going out for the next few days so you won’t be alone so much.”
    “It was my idea as much as hers,” she said, her feeble attempt to protect Jenna.
    “It’s ok, Livvie. Come here.” He stood.
    She walked slowly over to him, moisture already collecting between her legs just at the tone of his voice.
    “Put your hands at your sides.”
    She’d been clutching her towel to her breast, but now slowly did as he said. Her heartbeat picked up as she stared up at him, wondering why she was standing there like she was, as if just waiting for his next command. Waiting to submit to him.
    His expression told her he had some idea of her inner turmoil. Smiling, he reached for the knot that held the towel in place and loosened it. When it slid to the floor, she didn’t move to cover herself. Instead, she stood looking at him while his eyes remained on hers. He pushed her hair over her shoulders and onto her back.
    “You’re very pretty, Olivia,” he said.
    She swallowed, a small shiver running up her spine. As much as her desire shamed her, she wanted this. She wanted him to look at her, to touch her, to make her feel the way she’d felt the last time.
    “Tell me,” he said, the fingers of one hand lightly outlining the curve of her collarbone, her shoulder, her arm. Every hair stood on end as he touched her and when he lightly brushed one nipple, she shuddered. This brought a real smile to his face. “Have you been thinking about what we did the other day?”
    She found she couldn’t answer. Her voice was lost. No, it wasn’t that. She had no words to form.
    “Put your hands behind your back.”
    She knew she should resist, but found herself clasping her hands behind her.
    “Take your legs just a little wider.”
    Again, she obeyed, realizing as she did that the moisture that had begun as a humid awareness was now coating her pussy, sliding down her inner thigh. Her gaze grew wider as shame engulfed her. Keeping his eyes on hers, he reached between her legs as if to assure her that he already knew of her predicament. He didn’t necessarily try to alleviate her guilt, but instead, his acknowledgement of it only made her blush deepen as her pussy responded to his touch.
    “Have you ever tasted yourself, Livvie?” he asked, bringing two glistening fingers to her mouth.
    She licked her lips as if readying to answer, but remained mute, swallowing instead.
    “I’d like you to answer me, please,” he said, rubbing one wet finger across her lips.
    She was only able to make a sound; a small, incoherent sound.
    “Now, I think you can do better than that.”
    She shook her head with a whispered no.
    “Would you like me to dip my fingers inside your pussy and let you taste yourself?” he asked.
    She swallowed and it took her a moment. She nodded. “Yes, please.”
    “Good girl, and so polite,” he said,