Ingrid bit her lower lip, stifling a moan with every kiss and touch Fabius bestowed upon her. She was naked, her thighs spread wide apart, Fabius nestled between them, bringing her pleasure.
"Come on, Ingrid. Why are you holding back your moan?" Fabius chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
She glared at him. She was angry. She was furious with Fabius. And he wouldn't be able to erase that anger from her just by pleasuring her.
She had made up her mind. She would end whatever was happening between her and Fabius. She wanted to give Trent a chance, to explore the feelings he had for her. She thought he was a nice guy, and he seemed easy to like.
And why would she settle for this arrangement with Fabius when there was a man willing to shower her with love?
"Shut up, Fabius!" she sp
