Ciara

Jonathan hungrily captures my lips as he rises up to his feet; pressing my back against the mattress.

I could taste whiskey off tongue and damn, it was enough to intoxicate me.

Pulling Jonathan slightly away from me, I tried to catch my breathe. "I can't breathe, Jonathan"

"You were the one who asked me to worship you"

"Still.."

Jonathan rolls off me, moving towards the empty seat at the edge of the bed. Was he angry with me?.

"Why are you sitting so far away?" I asked.

"I want us to play a different game, Ciara"

Game?. "What game?"

Jonathan slides his trousers down the length of his...