Cole
Her breath stuttered.
Her eyes said no, but her body… her body was already giving me the answer I wanted.
“Cole,” she whispered, like saying my name would somehow stop me. But it only made my c**k ache harder.
I reached out, slow at first, brushing my fingers along her knee. She jumped, but she didn’t push me away. Her thighs pressed closer together, like she could shut me out. Except I knew that trick. I knew what that squeeze meant. Pressure. Heat. She was already throbbing down there, wet and tight and desperate.
“You shouldn’t—” she started, but her voice cracked when my hand slid higher, the tips of my fingers grazing soft skin just under the hem of her skirt.
I leaned back, just to watch her squirm. Her chest rose faster, n*****s straining against that blouse she thought c
