My stomach flipped. I climbed over him, my knees either side of his thighs, my hands on his chest. He was already hard, his cock thick and heavy between us, and I could feel the heat of him against my inner thigh.

His hands gripped my hips, letting me set the pace.

I reached down, wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked once. He inhaled sharply, his grip on my hips tightening.

"Elise," he warned.

I stroked again, slow, my thumb circling the head, feeling him pulse in my hand.

"You were just telling me what to do," I said.

His dark eyes burned. "Don't test me."

I lifted...