Serena's POV
"Please, baby. I need you," came his reply, sounding uncharacteristically vulnerable. "I'll be your good boy." The pleading tone made something in my chest soften. Damn him for knowing exactly how to get to me.
"Fine. 8PM. Don't be late," I responded, already feeling a flutter of anticipation.
Seconds later, my phone vibrated again. A photo appeared on screen—Ryan's unmistakably bulging pants, the outline of his hardness clearly visible against the fabric. "Already aching for you," read the caption.
I bit my lip, feeling heat rush to my core. That familiar hunger spread through me like wildfire.
"Missing me already?" I replied, fingers trembling slightly.
"Dying to f**k you. Want to see how much?"
My breathing quickened, fingers hovering over the screen.
