[Ryder]
The second I saw the picture she sent me, the air in my study turned poisonous. My c**k went rock hard in an instant, straining against my pants as if it wanted to tear free.
That p***y. Wet, glistening, spread open just for me.
And she dared to send it with a casual line about how slippery she was. Like it was nothing. Like she didn’t know she was driving me insane.
I tried to type a reply. My hands shook over the keys. Words blurred. Every sane thought scattered. Instead, all I could see was Jersey—lying naked, thighs parted, that sweet little cunt dripping. Waiting.
Fuck finishing any work tonight.
I was already out of my chair before I realized I’d moved. The long walk across the mansion hallways felt endless, every step pounding with need. By the time I reached her door,
