“I have a secret,” I whisper into his ear. “When I woke up hard yesterday, I was dreaming about you. I fucked myself with a dildo, wishing you were inside of me. When I’m alone in my hotel room on the road, I imagine myself down on my knees, taking you down my throat. And when I stroke myself—” His eyes darken as he squeezes my ass, grinding me against him. “I imagine my dick sinking into you. When I come all over my chest, it’s your name that I gasp into the pillow.”