Chloe
Six minutes.
I had six minutes to make this man come.
Last time, it was his game, and rules. But now it was mine. The only difference was I was more confident than before. This time, I knew exactly what I wanted to do, and how I should take it.
The look in his eyes only fueled me. That arrogant smirk, as if he was daring me to impress him.
I kissed him passionately. He responded instantly, like his mouth had been waiting for mine all day. There was a tension in the way he leaned forward, as if he was about to forget the rules and claim me the way he always did. But I pulled back before he could, my lips brushing his. “Don’t get carried away now, Alexander,” I whispered, breathless. “Or have I won?”
His lips curved, and he gave me that hungry look. “I haven’t touched you yet,
