Deep Inside
Her hair was pulled into a high knot, face glowing with anticipation.
“Well,” she drawled, eyes sliding over Silas like she might devour him. “He’s already on his knees.”
“He’s obedient,” Paula said lazily. “A quick learner. Still rough around the edges.”
Rhea smirked. “Oh good. I like them rough.”
She circled Silas slowly, like a predator. Paula watched her friend’s fingers trail over his shoulder, his chest, his hip. He twitched.
“You’re nervous,” Rhea whispered, leaning down near his ear. “That’s adorable.”