Rosie
For the first time, I hear the words I've been dying for.
My ears perk up. My shoulders stiffen. The sound of my name on his lips, hell, is this the Moon Goddess finally answering my prayers?
"Let's not even get started on the fantasies I want to tick off with you. The image of you naked in my bed lulls me to sleep every f*****g night, your legs parted for me, your needy core dripping wet..."
Goosebumps sweep across my exposed skin. A shiver races down my spine as I grip the edge of the desk, knuckles whitening. His voice, dark and enchanting hits my nerves like a jolt of electricity.
"Rosie. Oh, Rosie."
He chants my name like a prayer. Like he's worshipping me.
My thighs press together, and I swallow thickly. I'm too lost in the moment to think. My hands slide down to my heat
