Verena
Daxton was mad. It was from the way fury coated his voice, the raging madness in his eyes, and the way they softened to a lighter shade whenever he locked eyes with me and muttered almost silent words of apology for shouting over the phone.
He was so hot that it turned me on. Wetness dripped down my thigh and right now, I wanted to feel him buried inside of me, f*****g me with my head slamming against the headboard until my vision blurred on the edges.
I stared at him with all sorts of lustful thoughts running through my mind. For a second, I wondered if I should slide the robe off my shoulders, crawl over to him, and slowly pull down his zipper until his d**k yanked free from his pants.
Or, I could strut over to him, sit on the dresser with my legs parted wide for him while
