135: Just a taste

SCARLETT

I wanted to go home so bad, ugh. Home in this sense being Blake’s arms.

I was counting the minutes until I was free to leave the hell hole I called a work place, watching the minute hand of the wall clock move sluggishly when my phone lit up with a notification.

When I saw that it was from Blake, a huge smile graced my face. But the moment I saw the content of the message, my smile morphed into a gasp that sent heat right to my core. Blake had sent me a picture, and not just any kind, the type I could touch myself to and end up with a knee buckling orgasm.

Staring back at me was a mirror picture of Blake, bare chested and holding his hardened length like he’d just been pumping it, and a seductive smile was playing on his full lips to top it all. The wet hair sticking to his forehead made him even more sumptuous.

I’d never been as eager to devour anyone as I was to devour him at the moment.

I had to cross my legs and press my thighs tightly together to stop the throbbing that