“The month, Emery. I never knew what it was like to be truly wanted, and now that I’ve had a taste. I don’t want to let go.” “Have you thought maybe I’m just really good at my job?” Smirking, I palm her breasts, pinching at her nipple. “I have, but I knew it would be different between us during the first meeting.” “How?” She hisses as I pull the taunt bud harder. “Because I watched your eyes flare with arousal at my condition after years of disgust.
