“Is this what you wanted?” she grits out between her teeth. My brow quirks, and my cock stirs as I take in her position. Yes, it’s what I want. I’m envious of the non-existent version of myself that she thinks is sitting in that chair right now. Skye slams her hand against the wood and wraps her fingers around the top, right next to where my head should be. She uses the leverage to lift and roll her hips. Between the shadows, I catch sight of the bitter smile that curves her lips illuminated in the dim orange light.
