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I’d never been a girl who needed physical contact to feel loved. My mother wasn’t a hugger, and I was more suited to never being touched after my miserable history. But Elder’s presence tugged on me. I didn’t like being on the other side of the table. I wanted to be beside him. I wanted to be able to touch him.
“A soul is priceless and could never have a monetary sum attached. Net worth might make a difference in this life, but when we die, we’re all worth the same.� “And what is that?� Elder’s voice was deceptively low and provocative. “We’re worth the weight of what we leave behind. The people we’ve touched. The lives we’ve shared. The knowledge we’ve gathered and traded. Physically, we’re worth the dust our corpses turn into, but spiritually, we’re rich forever.�
I couldn’t look away. I had to keep staring. His lips. His jaw. His chest. He breathed faster as my gaze drifted down his front and locked onto his thick cock. “Touch it.� My head shot up. “But I thought you said you wouldn’t guide me—� “Fucking forget what I said. When you stare at it that way, you make me goddamn insane.� He tested the ropes again, yanking on the spindles. “Do it.� He arched his back, his neck straining against the pillows. “Please, fucking touch it.� It wasn’t a beg but a growled bark. My hand shot forward. I touched it.
