“I can’t believe you said that, Edgar. No, you let me go. I might get you dirty since I’m all used up.”
“You’re only slightly used. There is a difference.” His laughter grew louder the more I pushed at him.
“Edgar, you’re terrible.”
He pinned me down with his hands and had me between his legs. “Oh, Evaleen, I thought you liked it when I was being bad.” He winked and I couldn’t help but notice his cock growing hard again.
I smirked, and as the sex fog lifted I remembered when he first came to my room.
“What were the cookie and iced tea about?”
He slid his finger across my lips. “You’re the author; if you don’t know then I’m not going to tell you.”
I groaned as he laughed like the spoiled playboy he was.