She’ll probably work me to death or something horrific. As if she can read my mind, she says, “Don’t worry, we’ll go slow…” She leans close to my ear, so close her breath trickles down my neck. It’s warm against the chill of brewing rain in the air. “I only like to break you in the bedroom.” I swallow down the images of Scarlett between my thighs, sat on my face. Her naked flesh.
