5
Jake leaned against my doorway like he owned the place. Like he hadn’t just edged me into insanity just last night and walked away like it was nothing.
“You left your shirt in the garage,” he said.
I crossed my arms. “You took your time bringing it back.”
He didn’t move. “You touch yourself last night?”
I blinked. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
I laughed, mostly to cover the way my thighs clenched. “What if I did?”
His jaw flexed. “You don’t do that without asking.”
“Since when?”
“Since now.” He pushed off the doorframe, walked toward me like he was deciding whether to ruin my life or just my night. “You want me to keep touching you, making you come, all of it… then you follow my rules.”
Now, the logical thing was to say no and kick him out, but ot course my mouth moved before m
