Cry Wolf (Big Bad Wolf, #5)

by Charlie Adhara

“What are you doing right now? Be honest,” Park added swiftly. “Don’t act like you’ve rigged yourself up to the headboard with a couple of dildos and a blindfold or whatever.” Cooper snorted. “So that’s what does it for you, huh? Honestly, right now I’m sitting on your bed bench thing, looking at myself in that big haunted mirror of yours, trying to remember if I’ve ever actually had sex before, and if so, did I like it.” “You have. You did. I did, too.” Park’s tone was very conversational, like they could be talking about anything. “In fact, you’re very good at it. So much so that sometimes it’s all I can think about. The way your scent changes when you want to fuck. The way you look at me across a room like I belong to you, like you know all you have to do is crook your finger and I’ll come running over, begging for it. The satisfied little grunts that turn to whimpers when you just start to lose control. The way you taste right before you come down my throat.” Cooper exhaled a little shakily. In the mirror, his reflection was wide eyed and clutching the phone now with both hands.