RINA

My knees hit the carpeted floor with a dull thud right in front of his feet. A gasp tore out of my mouth as I looked up at him from my knees, my hands landing on his taut thighs to steady myself. The physical dominance of the move left me breathless, my core turning into a literal puddle inside my underwear.

Easton looked down at me, his face cold and brutal as his hand went directly to the waistband of his low-slung gray sweatpants. With one swift, deliberate motion, he moved the fabric down past his hips, letting his sweatpants bunch around his thighs and his hard, rigid length...