The words he uttered last night kept ringing in my head.
"I want to yank up that tiny fucking dress of yours and pound into you so hard you won't be able to walk for days."
A bead of sweat popped out on my brow. I shifted on my stool, trying to ease the throbbing in my clit, but it only made things worse. I shouldn't have said the things I'd said, but that didn't mean I hadn't meant them.
When Daniel had me bent over the dresser with his cock pressed against me…
Oh my God..the thought of it...
I gulped down the rest of my water to ease the heat flaming across my skin.
"In that case, the best path forward is to pretend last night didn't happen and never speak of it again." I really needed more water. And air conditioning. And possibly an ice bath.
"Fine by me." Daniel leaned against the counter and rested one hand on the countertop while sipping coffee from the mug in his other hand. It was a casual, everyday movement that had no business being as hot as it was.
