She’s the last person I expected to be exchanging such dirty messages with, no matter how fucking sexy I think she is.

Sweet, sexy, innocent Holly…

Has a rape fantasy?

I can’t be considering this.

She’s as off-limits as off-limits gets.

Nick told me he was the one who ended things with her, and I know he’s already seeing other people. I warned him about letting go of Holly and that he’d regret it, but this isn’t a lesson I have a right to teach him…

Is it?

Am I an asshole for wanting to fuck his ex-girlfriend?

The age difference doesn’t bother me. Hell, she can call me daddy as she rides my cock for all I care. If she’s into that, I’ll let her run wild. I glance down when my phone beeps with another message.

Holly: Andrew?

I can practically hear the fear in her text.

Do I tell her I didn’t know she was the one texting me?

Hell, do I even reply?

No. I can’t let this go any further. No matter how much I want to.