Chapter Twenty-Six

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JPOV

Walking to him, I tied a black silk scarf across his eyes.

I had found that dulling one or more senses only served to heighten the pleasure received through the others.

And I wanted him to feel pleasure.

Hot, passionate, unfulfilled pleasure.

By the time I finished with him, he would be begging me for his release.

But he would get it only after I had been fully satisfied.

"Jasper, where are the demographic models that Lauren sent over?"

I snapped out of my reverie. "Oh, here."

I stifled the moan that bubbled in my chest when our fingers brushed.


Oh so its like that, is it, Jasper?