His expression darkens into something unreadable. He comes up behind me, his hands circling my waist, and he pulls me against him. I start to swallow and then stop, realizing I have nothing to fear but my lust.
He moves my hair to the side and licks up the side of my neck. “Be a good girl and when we get back, I’ll f**k that sweet p***y all night long.”
I don’t have it in me to argue. Dear God, I am in so much trouble if the morning is any clue as to how the rest of the day will go.
I quickly dry my hair, dab mascara on, and grab the strawberry lip gloss from my pocket. I go to head out, but make a quick turn to grab my bracelet from the dresser.
Outside the bedroom, there’s a spacious living room s***h dining room area with a kitchenette off to the side. That’s where I find
