18
Brandt
A rushing sound filled my ears as Sarah’s question exploded through my head. I shook it to clear the chaos, sure I’d misheard her. I had to have misheard her.
“I’m sorry, what?” I said slowly.
No way had she asked what I thought she’d just asked.
But her blue eyes pleaded. “Just one time,” she said in a small, almost uncertain voice. “That’s all I ask. And then I’ll never bother you with it again.”
My lips parted. “Just one...” I started to repeat before it struck me, damn it, she really had just asked me to f**k her.
Holy s**t.
My system automatically went into hyper-alert, d**k perking to attention, heart rate kicking into gear. My fingertips tingled, itching to touch, and my mouth watered, needing to taste. I swallowed down the urge to mount her right then and there.
