Adriana Locke

I stand and walk around his desk. The closer I get, the more of his cologne I breathe in.
He looks at me over his shoulder. “Wanna sit?”
On your face. Yes … maybe.

“I’m about to be really honest with you.” I lean forward so the other passengers don’t get an earful. “I think about fucking you every day. Every. Single. Day. I wonder what you taste like, what you sound like when you’re coming—what you’d feel like wrapped around my cock.”

Her body was made to be worshipped and I’m the lucky bastard that gets the honor.