Sandra
Rico walks up beside me and stands shoulder to shoulder. “You seem distracted.”
How the heck do I tell him that I am distracted and that it's all his fault? Well, his club's fault, and maybe my fault for going through the front door instead of a side door, but I’m blaming him for all of this.
“I am a little distracted.” As I glance up into his face, I see his lips twitch slightly and wonder what they would feel like on my skin. I imagine him kissing down my neck, across my breasts, and down toward the center of me, like I've seen people do in the other rooms of this place.
What would his lips feel like there on the most sensitive part of me?
And would I technically not be a virgin if I let him put his mouth on me?
As quickly as that thought enters my mind, I push it away and
