ONE NIGHT OF PASSION
God, how can he look so wickedly charming even with his half face covered?
Coral's brain goes blank, and all the dirty fantasies she imagined with him, spirals in her head. The images make her want to squeeze her thighs together. He rubs her bottom lip with his thumb, the sensation straight up turning her on, and the ache in her apex intensifies. “Tell me, honey.”
Coral parts her lips, and says boldly, “Kiss me.” After his so much teasing, she does deserve it. He has been torturing her, making her high one minute, the next vanishing in a blink.