He smiled at what I had said. About having a boyfriend.
He seemed to know me so well. Too well.
Mr. Uche grabbed the glass of water I had poured, his finger tracing the edge of it. “A boyfriend who can’t make you come,” he said.
My cheeks flushed. He must’ve heard the conversation we were having earlier.
He pushed his hips closer to mine. “A boyfriend that doesn’t excite you anymore.” He took one of his hands off of the glass and rubbed it against my shorts, like he had this morning.
“I bet your boyfriend doesn’t make you this wet anymore,” he murmured against my ear. I gently squeezed my legs as his fingers brushed against my c**t. “You need a man, Mia, not a boy.”
My n*****s hardened from underneath my shirt as the pressure built in my core. I reached up and pinched them lightly,
