DIRTY SINS: A compilation of short forbidden stories
He let out a soft sound as I began to straddle him.
“How long have you wanted this, Cherry?” he asked, his hands gripping my waist, making me press down harder.
“Longer than you can imagine,” I whispered into his ear, biting his earlobe gently and earning a low growl from him.
He unclasped my bra, and I was about to lean in further when a sharp knock jolted me out of my fantasy.
I opened my eyes suddenly, almost sending my half-finished coffee cup flying.
I looked up—and it was him again. God, I hoped he hadn’t noticed I’d been sitting here thinking about him.