You're It

by Cleo White

Was I a hostile dictator in a past life or something? Because the amount of bullshit raining down on me is starting to feel really personal. I know for a fact I haven’t done anything to deserve such an extreme dose of karmic justice.

I haven’t bothered with museums, or traveled, or encountered many exquisite things beyond the limits of my imagination. It’s illogical, yet as I stand stock still watching Savvy Laurence gazing up at a display of bathroom sconces, I know she’s the most beautiful woman in the world.

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep her. There’s no walking away from this, not for me. This woman is going to own me until the day I die, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I’ve never wanted anyone like this. Only you. Last night, the thought of you with someone else”—my hold on her waist tightens—“wrecked me, baby. If you don’t feel the same, tell me to leave you alone. Tell me now, because the things I want to do to you aren’t decent, and once we start…” Once we start, I won’t be able to stop.

“Make no mistake, Miss Laurence. I might be playing the gentleman now, but if you let me between those thighs, I won’t tolerate teasing.”

I want to worship this woman, to make her feel so good that she forgets every other man who’s touched her.

“I never stood a chance, did I? Holy fuck, you’re going to look so good stretched around my cock, baby.”