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The heat haze enveloped my mind like a cozy, thick fog, making every breath feel like a bold challenge against the fever coursing through me. I was still sprawled in the nest, my vibrational toy left abandoned at the edge of the blankets in a moment of frustration, my body coated in sweat and longing as every nerve ending cried out for something more than the teasing I had been reduced to.
Mr. Fairchild sat next to me, rigid and watchful, his hand still clasping my wrist from when he halted my playful antics, his chest rising and falling in controlled breaths that belied the simmering desire beneath his calm exterior.
His scent filled the air, dark, possessive, and captivating and it only intensified the ache between my legs, a steady thrum that no amount of snacks or tender touches could soothe.
I shifted closer, nudging my thigh against his and letting out a shaky exhale that was part plea, part frustration.
