“I can’t tell you how many nights I thought about this.” I lift her up and then slam her back down. “Thought about fucking you. Thought about tasting you.” “Same. I touched myself so many times, thinking about our night together.” “Which one?” “The one on the beach.” She nips at my lip and tugs. “God,” she moans when she releases me. “There was something so hot about the potential to get caught.” “You like that?”
