“Take off your panties,” he said, and she was sure he was going to take her here, against this wall in this darkened basement hallway.
She’d already given in to one of his commands, and his attention was enough to arouse her into forgetting about the plans she’d made. Picking her skirt higher, Zara found the elastic of her thong and pulled it down, past the lace summits of her hold-ups. Bending at the waist, her face was in his crotch when the fabric got to her ankles. He got closer, close enough that when she looked up, her nose brushed the solid length of him that was throbbing beneath his shorts.
Stepping out of the panties, she left them on the floor and grabbed the waist of his shorts with intentions of freeing him, but Brodie had other ideas. He intercepted her wrist, and while she
