MAYA
I was sitting in the living room the next morning, legs tucked under me on the big couch and my heart was racing with a dangerous, delicious kind of excitement.
My parents were getting ready to leave for their business dinner in a different city two hours away. They wouldn’t be back until late tomorrow night, maybe even the morning after. The house would be empty except for me… and him.
Tristan.
An evil little plan had been building in my mind all morning, slow and sinful, like warm honey dripping down my spine. I wanted to test him. Really test him. I needed to know if he liked me the way I liked him- no, craved him.
If he loved me with the same aching, filthy obsession that kept me awake at night touching myself to thoughts of his hands, his voice, his c**k. If he wanted to r
