“You know what pisses me off?” His tone was dark, but somehow it only awoke a thrill beneath my skin. I knew the answer to this question. “Assuming?” I focused on the TV, pretending not to care about what he was doing, but my heart faltered when he moved close behind me. I held my breath as he slowly set the remote back in my lap, and then right at the hollow behind my ear, he whispered, “Smart girl.” A shiver ran down my neck, but then he left with a parting word. “Don’t fucking do it again.”

He talked while he screwed, right against my ear in a deep rasp, and it made me crazy. “You take it so good,” he praised. “So fucking tight.” “So wet for me.”