SOPHIE

“Again. Say it the way she did.”

Ethan’s voice was low and rough above me, one hand locked around my throat just tight enough to make my pulse flutter under his palm. His cock was buried to the hilt inside me, thick and throbbing, every slow grind of his hips dragging the head over the spot that made my thighs shake. The black lace thong he’d shoved to the side cut into my hip. The perfume—her perfume—hung heavy in the air, mixed with the wet, filthy scent of how hard he’d already made me come once.

I swallowed against his hand and gave him the line in her voice,...