Sinful Thoughts
God, I wanted nothing more than for him to come home, for him to rip off his uniform, toss me onto the bed, and make sweet love to me.
Higher and higher, I felt myself about to tip over the edge. So close. So fucking close. My toes curled, and—
Someone knocked on the front door. I squeezed my eyes shut even harder, trying to ignore the knock and to lose myself in more distant memories of him. His crew-cut dark brown hair, those even darker brown eyes staring down at me as he pumped into me slowly.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
When the person at the door continued to knock, I tossed my vibrator aside—the sound killing the mood. I’d never come like this. Whoever was there’d better have a good fucking