DIRTY DADDIES
Lily’s face burned crimson, her pulse spiking so hard she felt it in her nipples.
“I—I’m not saving myself for anyone,” she stammered, hating how weak she sounded.
Diego’s tattooed fingers traced the spine of her textbook, his nails black and chipped.
“Liar,” he purred, his voice a velvet blade. “You’ve been watching us, Lily. We’ve seen you—biting that pretty lip in the quad when Elliot adjusted his cock, blushing when I licked my piercing in the cafeteria.”
Her stomach flipped, shame and arousal twisting into a knot.