"And I want to fuck you. Right now."

My words hung in the air between us, a heavy, filthy promise. Julia’s eyes were wide, dilated, fixed on mine. Her breath hitched, a ragged sound in the quiet kitchen. Her body trembled, radiating a silent invitation. Her pussy, I knew, was already soaking wet.

"Ethan," she whispered again, my name a desperate plea, a desperate question. Her hand was still pressed to her chest, as if to shield her hard nipples from my gaze, but it was useless. I could see them, feel them, even through the thin fabric of her tank top.

I leaned in closer, my mouth almost touching...