3 ~ Tell Me You Want My Ass

I set my brandy down and stood up slowly, walking around the couch to stand behind him. My heart pounded, desire burning through me like fire. 

I had wanted this man for months. His voice, his body, his control. Everything about him drove me crazy. And now he was here, in my home, hard because of me. 

I placed one hand on his shoulder, firm and possessive. His muscles jumped under my touch, but he did not pull away.

“You did good sending Alex to bed,” I murmured, leaning down close to his ear. My breath brushed his skin. “Smart. Because we...