Chapter 2
Riley’s POV
“f**k, this dress is already riding up my bare cunt and I’m dripping down my thighs just watching him up there…”
I hissed it under my breath as I slipped through the crowded gala hall, the heavy bass of the music and the clink of champagne glasses doing nothing to quiet the roar inside my head.
My heart slammed hard against my ribs while my p***y throbbed like a needy little slut between my legs, still puffy and leaking from all the edging I had done earlier in the bathroom.
The tiny black dress clung tight to my sweat-damp skin, my hard n*****s scraping against the thin fabric with every single step I took in those sky-high heels that made my ass jiggle just right.
I spotted him right away—Professor Damon Hale, looking like pure sin wrapped in that sharp bla
