Bitter pill

My breathing halted as James’ fingertips pulled the thin fabric of my thong to the side. The cool night air sent a shiver down my spine, but the heat from James’ hands as they gripped my thighs sent warmth throughout my body.

I’ve never done anything like this. Not sexually or anything in such a public space. I’ve imagined James between my legs hundreds of times over the last few years, but nothing compares to the way it feels right now.

Even with the looming threat of someone finding us, I can’t bring myself to stop him.

A man like James doesn’t get on his knees. You kneel for him. He demands attention. But as his emerald eyes clash with mine; I realize that he’s offering me an exchange of power.

“What do you want, Rosalind?” My name rolled off his tongue in a deep rasp as if he were barely holding it together.

I released a shaky breath as he pressed his lips against the inside of my thigh.

“I need words, sweetheart. Tell me what you want,” James nipped my skin, sending another