Chapter 5:

Crossing the Line

The next evening, I couldn’t wait anymore. After Leo left me dripping and desperate on my counter the night before, I barely slept. All day I replayed how his fingers felt inside me, that wicked smile when he tasted me and still walked away. No more teasing. No more waiting. I texted him around six: “Shower’s acting up again. Think you can come take another look? Bring that confidence you had last night.”

He replied almost immediately: “On my way. Be ready.”

When he knocked, I opened the door in nothing but a short silk robe, barely tied. The second he stepped inside, I pushed...