The Sinful Nights
bra, and that the breeze from the fan was making my nipples hard and quite visible through the nearly threadbare fabric. Josh didn't even try to hide his gaze, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of embarrassing me. My blood began to boil and I gripped the arms of the chair as Josh calmly took another sip. "What is it you want, Josh?" I asked suddenly bursting out of my chair and placing myself in front of him. Josh held the stem of the glass between his thumb and index finger, twirling it thoughtfully, admiring the way the light played with the redness of the liquid inside. "What is it I want?" Josh repeated. He turned to face me. "Why, I want what any man wants my dear, and th