Chapter 21

Bailey felt her heart rate kick up, meeting Beckett's gaze in the mirror. She knew she should be satisfied. She knew she shouldn't feel the clench of need low in her belly. She knew.

But her traitorous body leaned into his touch, seeking just the right amount of pressure. She rolled her hips forward against his hand, groaning as his fingers curled into her. She lifted her hand, pressing into his and grinding. She watched his eyes darken in the mirror.

"Are you sure you want this right now, little Halfling?" She had never been more sure of anything in her life, as her lower body flooded with molten heat. She nodded, not trusting her voice. He shook his head, "I need to hear you say it."

"I want this." She whispered back softly. His fingers spread her open, teasing against her flesh. She gasped, her head dropping back against his chest.

He smirked at her in the mirror, before wrapping his other arm around her waist and lifting her. He turned them both, tossing her onto the bed as if she