What if I told him that nothing would turn me on more than having him knock our hot chocolates to the floor with one swoop of his arm and throw me across the table instead? He’d tear off my clothes and fuck me without a second thought to the people around us. Nothing could get in the way of his hunger for me and— Jesus . . . I don’t want to risk chasing the man out of the building.
Bitch go to therapy before you get yourself arrested
