“Drake,” she protests, but it’s halfhearted. “Answer him, baby,” I command. “Or would you like me to speak to him and tell him exactly what I’m doing to you?” I slide a finger inside her wet center, and her back bows. “You wouldn’t.” Her face is a mask of shock. My eyes narrow. “You really want to test me on that, mi rosa?” She shakes her head. “N-no.” Her phone stops ringing but immediately starts up again. “Then answer it, Amelia. Now.”
