PYKE

 

 

The coat that I offered doesn’t help much for her petite body. Her body continues to shiver. My balls ache for putting myself together to stop from pulling her into my arms to warm her up. I have to stop doing so—for her own good.

I crave her. I want her so bad it makes me dizzy. I want to press her against this glass elevator wall if I can get a chance to feel her body next to me again.

I’m such a melodramatic asshole.

The water drips from her wet hair down to the crook of her neck, to the valley of her barely covered tits. Her...