NORA
Pinned against the wall with my wrists trapped above my head in one of his big hands, I know I'm in serious trouble.
My claim that I don't find him attractive at all? Complete bullshit. My body has already sold me out.
I'm shamefully wet, and the worst part is that the low, guttural sounds he made while I stroked him are still echoing in my head, addictive.
"Don't test me, Marcellus," I snap, trying to sound fierce even as my voice comes out breathy and wobbly. "I meant what I said."
He leans in closer, his bare chest brushing against my breasts through my thin top, and trails one finger lazily down the center of my cleavage, all the way to the button of my jeans.
My lungs won't expand properly anymore.
"Why?" he purrs. "If you're not into me at all... you should have no proble
