Without a word, Jacob lowered his eyes to his c**k, which was already beginning to harden at the very notion. Watching himself through lowered lashes, he began to caress it at a slow speed, his brow and n****e piercings catching the lights below and glimmering brightly against his skin.
Christie longed to look away. She'd already let him blindfold her and tie her to his bed. Even the memory of the silk slipping around her ankles and wrists set her heart hammering, and she had to force herself to think of the situation at hand to calm down.
"Come here, Christie. It never feels as good when I do it alone." She knew this translated to come give me a hand job, Christie, but if that meant she could avoid his other propositions, then so be it.
Without a word, she stalked across the balcony in
