Chronicles Of One Night Stands
“I want your wand to stir my pot. Think about it.”
She dismissed me with a flick of her hand, leaving me burning with irritation, and a dangerous mix of desire I didn’t want to feel for her.
Back in my room, I paced, fury simmering under my skin. A cold shower. That was the only thing that could tame the heat gnawing at me. I stripped and stepped under the shower rushing down my tense muscles, washing away sweat but not the images flooding my mind: Cassie’s flushed cheeks, the tremble of her thighs, the sound of her breath breaking against my ear.