Naked Scripts
Dante stood at the edge of the bed in nothing but his dress pants, unbuttoned, that dangerous smile on his face.
"Please, Daddy," I whispered, arching my hips off the mattress. "I need you inside me. I've been good all day at the conference. I sat there in that boring panel pretending to take notes while I was soaked thinking about this."
He chuckled low, crawling onto the bed between my spread thighs. His fingers traced lazy circles on my inner thigh, inches from where I ached most. "Oh, baby girl. You've been such a good little slut for me today. Smiling at the department chair like you weren't clenching your thighs under the table every time I looked at you. But we're not rushing tonight.