SOPHIE WESLEY

Knox groaned in frustration, touching his temple.

"Why is he here?" I whispered.

"Why do you think? My dad is dramatic. He's probably here to be sure we're doing it,"

I blinked, confused. "Doing what?"

"Having sex," he blurted it out like it was nothing.

I should be surprised, be angry that the old man was invading my privacy, but all I could think about was Knox's cock. What sex with him would feel like.

The thought of it made my breath quicken.

I scoffed, not saying a word. Actually, I had nothing appropriate to say.

"What should we do?" I asked after a long silence, and he...