Vince sounded too huskily aroused. It ignited a firm throbbing in the middle of my inner thighs.
I've never been easily horny and needy for anyone. But just a glance at him, just inhaling his scent….I get so damn wanton and that's not right.
And then it gets worse when he's this close. When he talks to me like I've got some kinda hold on him. When he sounds needy like this. It makes my stupid heart bang harder and gets crazy ideas into my head. And I hate it.
I hate it. I hate him. I hate everything he's doing. And I'm not stupid enough not to realize that whatever happened back there was a little bit his doing.
“You called the press here. Why?”
He froze for seconds and then let go of my wrists and backed off a bit. Hands stuffed inside his pockets, he was staring hard at me.
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