“I want this so badly, Victor,” I murmur. “I’ve wanted it since the first time I saw you out by the pool your body glistening.

I touched myself thinking of him, but now it’s real.”

We reach the living room and I push him down onto the couch gently, my hands on his shoulders, feeling the breadth of them, the power coiled there.

Then I sink to my knees between his legs, my dress riding up my thighs as I settle.

The carpet is rough against my skin but I don’t care—all I focus on is him, the way he spreads his legs wider to accommodate me, his eyes locked...