Unholy Cravings (Collection of Short Stories)
Like he hadn't made me ride him until my legs shook and my throat was raw from trying to keep quiet.
I shifted in my seat. Big mistake.
Because under the table, his hand slid higher up my thigh. Fingers warm. Teasing.
I nearly choked on my food.
"So I told him," Layla continued, totally oblivious, "If you're gonna cheat, at least don't be stupid enough to leave your location on—ugh, are you even listening?"
"Mm-hmm," I hummed, trying not to squirm as his fingers brushed against my panties—wet already.