Chapter 51

• He looks me up and down. “Who are you? Where is the little virgin I used to know? Asking me to show her what to do, how to please me?”
• “I guess you were a good teacher.” I back away, still grinning, and pull the nightshirt over my head before dropping it to the floor. The man has an excellent poker face, but not when it comes to this. Red hot lust sparks in his eyes a second before he follows, peeling off his sweaty shirt and dropping it next to mine. By the time he joins me in his bathroom, I have the shower running and am bending down to slide off my panties.
• He takes me by the hips, grinding himself against my ass. “You get me so fucking hard,” he grunts in my ear, his fingers pressing into my flesh like he wants to take control of my entire body. Like it’s his, like he owns it. And if that’s what he thinks, he’s not wrong. I can’t imagine anybody making me feel the way he does, knowing what I like better than even I do.