~JOYCE~

If I were being honest with myself—no, scratch that, if I were being honest at all—I loved the feel of Marcus’s cock against my ass.

The simple fact that only the thin fabric of my jersey and his shorts separated us made my skin burn with heat, sending a delicious, fluttery ache straight through my core and making my heart somersault against my ribs.

I couldn't help wondering what it would feel like if those layers of clothing weren't there, if my bare ass were pressed directly against his cock and I could feel its warmth against my skin without anything coming between us.

Determined to shake off the...