“Every damn time.” His mouth found my neck, lips brushing the sensitive skin just below my ear. “Thought about pulling you into your room and bending you over your bed. Thought about how tight you’d feel. How you’d sound when you came on my cock.”

I moaned, louder this time, my hips moving faster. His words were filthy, raw, and they hit every secret fantasy I’d ever had about him. My nipples were tight and aching against the thin t-shirt. When his hands slid higher, pushing the fabric up, I didn’t stop him. He pulled the shirt over my head and tossed it aside, leaving me topless on his lap....