I can’t kiss her. Not here.
So I can’t f**k her either. Not in a thin-walled room I’m uncertain I even locked. My arms lifted, planted either side of her face. Close but not touching. Cora’s breathing deepens, only making her chests rise and fall even more temptingly.
Her confidence is shining. Blinding me into making a willing mistake. Soft, curving lips have me hooked, her voice acting like a silken string.
“That’s why you brought me in here? Isn’t it?”
We’re playing the same game all over again.
My hands are itching to just grab her already. No. I want her to grab me. I want her to grip my belt buckle, sit me down, strip me then ride the f**k out of me. For money or because she wants to, I’m still not sure.
Cora whispers, “Were you working out how much a dirty half an hour cos
