you must know, I was imagining it was my stranger, not you.” Her tone was so prim and proper. If I didn’t know what her secret desires were, I’d never guess she’d fantasized about being caught. “I hate to break it to you.” I leaned in, dropping my voice to a low purr. “But I am your stranger. And you liked me just fine when I was on my knees, tasting every inch of you.”
