Chapter 37 Lust

• Monica's POV
• Callan tugs on the piece of clothing covering my chest and it drops to the floor. The air-conditioner blew cold breeze on my skin and I gasp locking gaze with him. He looks at me and lower his head in the crook of my neck and begin to kiss me there. My body is suddenly warm from his kisses and touch.
• "I made you wet. Let me fix it. Your boobs are begging to be touched" he whispers and I hum running my hands through his hair to distract myself from the seed of doubt Cora just planted in my head. No matter how small it is , I can feel it growing already. I only hope it doesn't consume me.