“Say it,” he commanded. Every muscle in my body tightened with excitement, and I squeezed the words out. “I’m a bad girl.” “Yeah, you are.” The back of my dress began to lift. Up the fabric dragged, leaving the backs of my thighs cool in the open air. “Making me want you, when I can’t. When I shouldn’t.” He seemed to be grumbling to himself. “Making me feel guilty when I jerk off thinking about you.”
