“I’m not going to do it if you’re not ready, but can you say it? Just once?” I asked, my words rushed. “What?” he rasped, his voice deliciously husky, just like I imagined he’d sound. “Ask me to fuck you,” I whispered, my plea spilling against his lips. His breath hitched, and I rubbed my body against his, eliciting one of those quiet, intoxicating moans. “Please, darling. Just once.”
