Staring out across the buildings at the river, I focused on my reflection, my fingers running across my lips. I could still feel the tingle, the overpowering explosion of his lips on mine.
Ever since his fingers were inside of me, I’d thought of nothing more than having him between my thighs, filling me with his c**k.
How many times had I rocked on my vibrator until I passed out over the last few days? I was constantly chasing that high he gave me, but always unable to get there and I knew why.
It was all Atticus.
It wasn’t just lust and attraction that drove us together—that was just a catalyst. My need for him grew every day, and not just physically. Emotionally, I’d become attached. I enjoyed our time together, even if it was just spent lounging on the couch or having dinner. We did
