Dirty and Sinful Collection
I felt him hard against me, thick and hot, even through his slacks.
“Do you like being watched?” he breathed, voice low in my ear.
A flush raced through me. “Only by you.”
He laughed, the sound rough and beautiful. “God, Sienna.”
He unzipped my skirt, letting it pool at my feet, then slipped his hand between my thighs, finding me already wet and aching. His fingers circled my clit, slow and steady, and I rocked back against him, desperate for more. He teased me, stroking, murmuring filthy things in my ear—how good I felt, how badly he wanted to be inside me, how he couldn’t wait any longer.