-Corrine-

I could feel his hot breath burning in my skin. His fingertips caressed every sensitive spot in my body. Slowly yet mercilessly, Andrew lowered my bra strap to mid-arm. Then he slid his fingers under my bra, stopping right below the curve of my bosom.

He was torturing me. It was showed in the way he looked at me, and how his lips crooked a teasing smile.

“I’m waiting for another question, Corrine,” he said with a low growl.

I cleared my throat. Fuck! How could I even ask a single question if he kept sparking and playing with my lust like this??

“I—uh—“ As I started to speak,...