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I was nestled comfortably against a cozy pile of pillows, letting my head sink into the soft fabric as I spread my legs a bit wider, bending my knees with my feet firmly on the sheets, making my intentions clear.
Mr. Fairchild was kneeling between my thighs, his sleeves rolled up, looking like a man who'd just been handed the keys to a luxury car, unsure if he was ready to drive it. His gaze was fixed on me, intense and unwavering, and the need in his eyes sent a wave of warmth through my body.
I reached down again, letting my fingers glide through the slickness I'd created, and flashed him an inviting smile...part flirtatious, part cheeky as always.
"Watch and learn, sir," I said, my voice soft and breathy. "This is how to properly open up an omega. Always start slow…"
