“Eyes on me.” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “It’s just us. And I need to see every piece of you when you come apart.”
“I get it. I’m irresistible. It’s hard to find a man who wants to cream pie you and marry you.”
I have a kink, I’m discovering, and it’s a British billionaire who wants me on my knees.
I asked him to take me home, but the truth is, I feel like I’m home whenever I’m with him.
“After playing on a team all day, at night I just want to be the guy in charge. I want to make the decisions. I want to tell my man how it’s going to be,” he says. Then in a husk of a voice, he adds, “I want to tell you how it’s going to be.”
