Chapter 61

“If there’s no other alternative, yep. It’s basically a public service. Otherwise, I can be a surly son of a bitch.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re surly, anyway.”

“All right. Surlier. Since no one wants a cranky Brea”—he pressed her palm back over her sex and covered it with his hand, guiding her to rub and stroke herself—“show me you can put yourself in a good mood.”

Normally, she would have balked. Resisted at least. Maybe in time she would have felt more comfortable sinning so utterly in front of Pierce… But time was the one thing they didn’t have. He wanted her to do this, and she wanted to show him that she was strong enough and brave enough to handle whatever came next.

“All right.”

He rolled beside her and propped his head on his palm like he was settling in to enjoy the show. “I’m looking forward to this, but I can already tell I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”

As if to prove his point, Pierce cupped her breasts and thumbed her