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then,” she murmured, smiling as she trembled.
    His fingers caught her nipple without warning, pinching it as his other hand dipped between her thighs to rub once against her clit.
    Ginny cried out and shot halfway into a sitting position. After a few heartbeats, she shuddered and relaxed, dropping her hands back to the table above her head. “Sorry.”
    “Mmm, sure you are.” He dropped a hand to the table above her head and pinned her hands down, his grin widening. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were just begging to get spanked again.”
    “I am begging,” she whispered, twisting under him. The gentle ache sharpened until she almost hurt. “Jack…”
    His fingers slipped over her clit again before sliding lower. He eased one inside and groaned, his eyes never leaving her face. “You’re so wet. Tell me what you want, Ginny. Say it.”
    “I want you to fuck me with your fingers.” Her whole body tensed, and she fought the urge to free her hands and grab him. “I want you to watch me come.”
    Jack groaned again, then leaned down and claimed her mouth. His tongue plunged past her lips, hot and every bit as demanding as the finger stroking inside her. Ginny forgot everything but the fire burning inside her, and the fact that the man above her could ease the ache, make her scream. She tried to raise her arms, but his grip on her wrists was unyielding.
    He lifted his head and watched her face as he eased a second finger into her. “Wiggle all you want, darling. You’re not going anywhere.”
    Her heels dug into the backs of his thighs, and she panted. “If you let me go, I could touch you.” God , she wanted to touch him.
    “You want to get free?” His thumb swept up before she could answer, narrowing in on her clit as he worked her body with an intimate knowledge which should have taken months to learn. His fingers slicked in and out of her at the perfect angle for several moments, then froze. His smile turned arrogant. “No getting loose until you come, Ginny. And no coming until you beg.”
    Begging would mean letting go of control, even more than she had the night before. Ginny bit her lip and stared up at the hard set of Jack’s jaw for a long moment, then rocked her hips against his hand, moving his fingers inside her. She moaned when the friction sent another stab of pleasure through her.
    His breath caught, and he let out a hoarse laugh. “You can try that, sweetheart, but I bet I could make it feel a lot nicer.” He moved his fingers again, curling them inside her until her back arched off the table and she cursed sharply. “Just tell me you need it.”
    She’d opened herself to him in the quiet darkness of her bedroom, but she wasn’t sure she could do now, with sunlight spilling through the kitchen windows. It seemed more real somehow. More dangerous. “Jack.”
    “Ginny.” His eyes softened, and his fingers fell into a gentle thrusting rhythm. “It’s okay, darling. I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
    “No.” Her own voice was a harsh rasp she barely recognized. “I told you last night, honey. You’re the furthest thing from ‘ safe’ I’ve ever seen.”
    He stilled again, pulling his hand away from her body this time. “If you don’t feel safe with me, this ends now.”
    She should have been physically frustrated by the loss of his touch. Instead, her chest ached, and she closed her eyes against the hurt she glimpsed in his eyes. “That isn’t what I meant. I don’t feel safe with myself.” She forced her eyes open again and sought his. “Don’t stop, Jack. Please.”
    “Shh…” He kissed her and pulled her upright, upending the world as he dragged her from the table. He sank back into a chair and settled her in his lap with her back tight against his chest. Strong hands curled around her thighs and coaxed her legs apart until she was straddling him.
    Even with his rock hard cock rubbing against her ass, his movements were slow. Gentle. “Lift your