Yasmine pressed herself against the door, her heart pounding. "Who is it?"
"Who do you think?"
That familiar deep voice made her breathe a sigh of relief. At least it wasn't a furious Hayden or a troublesome Isabella. But then her face turned beet red.
Oh, dear, she had just been fantasizing about Xavier while... touching herself!
She was overwhelmed with shame. How could she possibly open the door looking like this?
Her chest was still wet, her n*****s hard and visible through her thin clothes. She could feel the slickness between her thighs with every step she took, and she knew her face was still flushed from her earlier dirty thoughts.
"M-Mr. Quinlan... it's really late. Do you need something?" she asked, hoping he would just go away.
But to Xavier, this only made him more suspi
