“When I get back,” I whispered, resting my hand on his chest, “there’s something I want.” “Anything.” I smirked. “Fine. I want to fuck you.” He said nothing and when I looked up, his expression was blank. “Jack.” “Well, you said anything.” His lip curled and I fully expected him to tell me to fuck off. “One time. Once. And I’m on top.” “You’re serious?”
