Victoria had barely made it three steps toward the door before he called her back again. The crumpled paper in his pocket burned like evidence of a crime. Her filthy words—his massive cock was about to enter her dripping slutty ass—looped in his mind on repeat. He should have let her leave. He should have reported her behavior, called Vivian, done anything except what he was doing now.

“Lock the door,” he said, voice low and rough, barely above a growl.

Victoria’s hand froze on the handle. She turned slowly, her green eyes wide with a mix of fear and dark excitement. The short plaid skirt clung to her hips,...