Romain
Fuck.
Why can’t Emmalee understand that I can’t do this with her, not right now, not when there’s so much s**t going on inside my head that’s too dangerous for me to entertain, especially where she’s concerned?
I want to, though. Goddess damn me, I want to.
I’ve never wanted something more in my entire life.
Her scent is everywhere. It wraps around me like a noose, tightening with every move she makes. Emmalee is in my space again, too close, always too close. And she’s staring at me with her foxy eyes so intently. Tempting me so f*****g much.
“You’re not going to hurt me, Romain,” she suddenly says. Her hand is on my thigh, a little too close to my c**k. It won’t go down, not unless I take care of it or something else happens. Something I don’t want to entertain right now.
