“Not fair,” I choked, my skin burning, my panties soaked. “Don’t talk to me about fair, baby. I get to watch you from afar every day. I get to watch you wear my colors and my perfume, I get to watch your ass when you swing those hips the way you do, but I can never touch you. I get to watch you training, stretching and twisting, but I can’t bend you over the way you need,” he said, his voice heavier and darker with each word. “I get to watch you smiling and laughing and never know what you’re saying because I can’t get close enough.”
