“Sweet Pumpkin,” I whimper, Jack’s fingers ghosting over my bare skin. “Are you my treat?” He teases me further, a fingertip dusting over my exposed nipple. “Or is this a trick?” His fingertips now twist said nipple, making me yelp, completely in his control. I lick my lips. “No tricks.” “Good,” He rewards me with a sticky kiss, his tongue candy-coated in desire. I match his heated energy. He slides his hand further still...