I pulled my fingers away from Natalya's throbbing clit, her juices glistening on my skin, thick and slick with her arousal.
I held them up between us, the evidence of her desire coating my fingers, shimmering in the dim light of the cabin.
Natalya's breath hitched, her cheeks burning with shame as she watched me, her body still trembling from the pleasure I'd just denied her.
Then, slowly, deliberately, I darted my tongue out, licking my fingers clean, one by one, my eyes locked onto hers.
The taste of her—sweet, musky, intoxicating—filled my senses, and I let out a low, approving groan. "Mmm…" I murmured, my voice rough, "so fucking sweet, boss."
Natalya's face flamed crimson, her fingers clenching into the sheets as she realized—Claire and Yelena were watching. Witnessing. Hearing. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her voice shaking with embarrassment. "J-Jack…" she whispered, her eyes flicking to the side, unable to meet mine.
