“Please,” she whispers. “This feels too good to stop.” I should rip her off me and storm out of here, furious at her for pushing me to do something I explicitly told her I didn’t want to do. But I can’t move. I can’t push out the word stop. Instead, my hands drop to her ass and rock her back and forth over my thigh. “This is so fucked up, Kourt.” “Says who?” She tilts her chin and brushes her nose against mine. “It’s us.”
