Chapter Three
Cohen
Closing my eyes, I leaned back in my office chair and set free the memory of the first time Ember and I had made love.
It’d been seven years, but I could still vividly remember it.
Her skin, the softest thing I’d ever felt, blossomed with goosebumps as I moved my hands over her n***d breasts. Full breasts, even though she was only twenty at the time, they promised to grow even more as she matured.
And they have, too.
Her trembling lips were red and swollen from all the making out we’d done before she finally agreed to go home with me for a sleepover. I could tell how nervous she was to actually be doing this with me. “It’s okay, Ember. I get it. You don’t want anyone to know about this. I won’t tell. I swear to you that I won’t ever tell a single soul about this.
