Manwhore 2: The Ferro Family Read Online Free

trust myself. But maybe that’s the problem. We both sense this about each other. Maybe I should follow my instincts and see where we end up.
    I walk around his body, dragging the pads of my fingers over his bare hips. He inhales sharply, but says nothing. I continue to skim my fingers over him, circling around to the smooth skin and toned muscle of his back. His narrow hips curve into a sexy ass that’s tight and perfect. His legs are long and lean with enough muscle to pin a girl in place.
    “Should I stop?”
    Sean is tense, finally on edge. It’s the tender touches that do it. He shakes his head and swallows hard. His voice is faint. “Go on.”
    I remain behind him, lingering for a moment. I follow my impulse and press my cheek to his back. I slide my hands down his sides as I listen to his heart beating fast within his chest. I lower my lashes and allow them to touch his skin. He gasps like he was hit by a truck.
    What happened to make him like this? Tenderness is what sets him on edge. That can’t be right. I need to do something different and test my theory further. There’s one action that’s so personal that I want to try it.
    I hesitate in front of him and stare at the floor. I shouldn’t do this. It’s crossing a line. But…
    His head is still lowered, hanging between his broad shoulders. “Do whatever you’re thinking. It’s the only way to find out.”
    This is wrong.
    I shouldn’t be here.
    I can’t be with him.
    I can’t do this.
    But I am.
    I bend my knees and slowly lower myself in front of his waist. I’m still wearing my outfit, minus the jacket, and kneeling in front of his perfect package. Leaning in close, I close my eyes and exhale slowly, letting my hot breath wash over him. He lets out a small moan, which makes me wonder.
    There’s an element missing, something I need, and I know he needs it, too. I feel it. I glance up at him and catch his eye. His hands are chained above his head, and he tries to look away quickly. It’s supposed to be like that, but not this time.
    I rise slowly, and gently press my body to his as I stand. I take his face in my hands and force him to look at me. “Sean, do you like edge play?”
    “Level Nine so soon?” He sounds disappointed.
    “Not quite. I’m deviating from the norm. So I guess, the question is this—do you trust me?”
    Edge play is when you push your partner to their limit. One of the most common forms is asphyxiation. It requires a great deal of trust because the ramifications when performed incorrectly are disastrous.
    I accidentally brush his skin with my finger. His eyes focus sharply, and it’s as if my touch was painful. Sean's weakness isn’t air; it’s gentleness.
    As the thought fills my mind I realize that I’ve found it—I discovered the Sean Ferro cocktail that will make him forget everything.
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    S EAN’S EYES lock on mine. My heart beats so hard I think he must hear it. He’s frozen in place, as if he knows I’ve found something. He doesn’t speak, he only nods.
    “What’s your safe word? Because I won’t stop.”
    He shakes his head. “Don’t stop. If you think you found something, do it. You’re the only woman in here with a Level Nine collar and that jewel. I trust you.”
    I press my lips together and swallow hard. I splay both hands on his chest and touch him lightly. I trace the curves of his chest, slowly sliding my fingers over the rise and fall of his body. I trace the lines leading to his pecs and following them down to his abs. I run a finger along each muscle, tracing it softly. My mouth waters as I think about kissing him there, along his stomach, and dragging my tongue along his skin.
    It’s a lover’s caress and he hates it, well part of him can’t stand it. The other part is completely erect and begging to be touched. Sean grits his teeth as I touch him, trying not to cry out. The muscles in his neck cord tightly as he fights the sensation.
    I ask, “What are you feeling?”
    “I