-POV Derby
I didn’t go to his place that night.
I went home, locked the door, and sat on the floor with my back against it, knees pulled to my chest.
My body was still buzzing from his fingers, from the way he’d tasted me on his hand like he owned every drop. My panties were ruined. My mind was worse.
I hated how easily I’d given in again. How one look from him, one rough whisper, and I was bent over his desk letting him finger me until I was shaking.
Worse — I hated how much I wanted to go to him tonight.
The text came at 9:12 PM.
Jordan: You’re not coming.
Jordan: I can still taste you.
Jordan: Tell me you’re not touching yourself right now thinking about my c**k.
I stared at the screen until it blurred.
My hand moved between my legs before I could stop it. I was soaked. The sec
