It was getting so f*****g difficult to ignore Roxie. Ever since I’d tasted her, I had been craving her more than I should. I had waited so many years for her, had gone without her for so long, that I’d stupidly thought I could touch her and hold myself back.
“You understand me?” I asked Marco, stuffing my fingers deeper into Roxie’s mouth.
She sucked them so willingly that if I didn’t know better, I’d say she was submissive to my touch. But Roxie hated me for everything I was—she reminded me of that every time I saw her.
Marco looked between Roxie and me, then nodded. “Yes, boss.”
I waved a dismissive hand. “Go. I don’t want to see you.”
When he disappeared into the hallway, I looked back at Roxie. Eyes hazy with lust, Roxie continued to suck on my fingers and leaned back against the
