And f**k, she felt it all. The heat. The size. The thick, pulsing proof that he wasn’t just teasing, he wanted her. Right here. Right f*****g now.
She swallowed hard, her thighs squeezing together, trying to fight the wave of pure, unfiltered need crawling up her spine.
Christopher smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing to her.
“What’s wrong, baby?” His hands slid up, smoothing over her stomach, pressing her back into his chest, his c**k grinding lazily against her ass. “Feeling a little distracted?”
Vivian bit her lip, desperate to fight the way her body wanted to melt into his.
“We have to be in the hospital soon,” she reminded him, though her voice sounded nothing like a protest.
Christopher hummed, his lips dragging lower, kissing down the side of her neck, his teeth grazing
