POWER PLAYS
I woke up to Dante’s mouth on my inner thigh.
Slow. Deliberate and intentional. It was the kind of attention that made coherent thought impossible.
“Danteeee....” His name came out strangled. “Luca could...”
“Luca Is with Ghost. At the park. And they won’t be back for the next two hours.” His tongue traced higher. “Which means we have time. And I’m....” He paused. “I’m taking advantage of every second.”
I should protest. Should maintain some dignity. Should...
His mouth found me. Hot. Skilled. Exactly where I needed him.
Fuck Dignity could wait.
I arched into him with my legs wide apart. Hands fisting in his hair. Seven years apart and his body still remembered..
Still knew exactly how to make me fall apart, how to drive me crazy.
“God...” I was panting. “Dante, I’m..
