9: Talia.

"No one," I whisper, shaking my head. "You just got finished telling me that you lead by example. I won't be the reason you change who you are. Or do something you'll regret."

"The rules I live by are going out the window very quickly..." he says hoarsely, his left hand molding my thigh. "So quickly when it comes to you."

"I...I'm sorry..."

He hesitates, visibly battling against the part of himself that I inspire. Then finally, he leans in and speaks right against my mouth. "Apologize by letting me get a look at that little cunt." Liquid heat rushes quickly to my core, making my gasp. But I do as he asks, as if I'm chemically obligated to do what this man wants. I part my thighs a few inches and he lifts the black T-shirt, spitting out a curse and covering me back up just as quickly. "Son of a bitch." He moans in his throat. "I won't sleep a wink knowing that's across the hall. Wet and tiny."

The way he speaks about my body makes me warm and dizzy. "W-what will help?"

"Pounding it lik