Soaked Wet for My Three Exes(a reverse harem story)
I remembered his mouth on my neck last night, nipping, sucking, sending sparks straight to my core.
My hand moved of its own accord, sliding up my thigh, pushing the hem of my pencil skirt higher. The fabric whispered against my skin, cool air kissing the exposed flesh. I traced the edge of my stockings, garters still clipped from the day, and imagined Noah's rough palms doing the same slow, deliberate, building the need until I begged.