“Fuck me. Eat me. Oh my god.” My voice is raw, husky, and full of desire. I’m so close…I just need…I need… Like a siren’s call, his face appears so clear in my mind. He walks into the room, rolling up those shirtsleeves. Watching me with his friends. With a look of approval, the one I’m already obsessed with, written all over his face. “Tell me I’m a good girl, Cole. Say it,” I moan, too loudly, picturing how he mouthed it earlier tonight before dinner.
