His hand grabs my waist roughly, his fingers digging into my flesh. “You’re trying to use the heaven between your thighs to get information from me, just like you did with Becks.” He chuckles. “But I’m not thirsty enough for you for it to work.” I scoff. “Didn’t work with Beckham either.” He yanks me closer, gripping the fabric of my shirt in his fist as his face falls into my neck and he breathes deeply. “If I fuck you, Sage, it’ll be because you’re so fucking desperate for my cock that you can’t help but beg for it.”
