“Ask me anything.” His fingers quicken their pace. “Why…why are you really in New York?” “You.” He nicks my shoulder with his teeth. “Do Mom and Dad know?” “Yes.” I feel his erection pressing into my abdomen as he continues to finger me, his own breaths unraveling. A gasp laces my words. “A-Are they okay with that?” “Tentatively.” My hips meet his thrusting fingers as I feel the pressure building. “Only one-word answers?” “It’s really hard to string sentences together when you’re about to come on my fingers, June.”
