I scoffed, “And you think that's you?”
He tilted his head to the side.
“Come to think of it, you weren't that hot and eager with me. I deserve restitution, Sav.”
I reached for the zipper of my latex dress, trying to get back into it—but he was already moving.
“You don’t need to put that back on,” he said, voice lower now. “I’ll be quick. Just bend over for me right here—” his fingers brushed the vanity, “—on the counter. Your fiancé doesn’t even have to know a thing. Chloe won't hear a whisper of this. It'll be our little secret.”
My stomach twisted.
He licked his lips and stepped closer, eyes gleaming with predatory hunger. “Sav, just half an hour. That’s all I need. Hell, I’ll pay you. Ten grand. Cash. Right now. You don’t even have to kiss me—just let me f**k you. Raw as usual.
