“What. Do. You. Want.” Bash leans forward, his lips pressing up against my ear as he inhales my scent, causing a shiver to race down my body. My hands grasp his knees, and I hold on, tightening my fingers until he releases a moan. His voice drops to a murmur, as his warm breath tickles my hair. “I want to watch you fall apart... piece by fucking piece. I want you on the floor writhing, with your theories shattered, and your wet mouth swallowing my cock deep into that tight throat. I want the doctor to disappear. I want the slut to stay. I want you to be mine, and admit that you want that too.”
