“I thought you wanted the dress for the formal.”
“His frat brother is taking me as a favor. The dress is…”
“Is this frat brother trying to screw you?”
“No,” I exclaimed. “It’s just so Trey will see me at the formal and want me back.”
“Have you slept with anyone else?”
“Just Trey.”
“Did you suck him off?”
“Yes.”
“Are you good at it?”
My eyelashes fluttered, and I shifted on my knees. “I’m not sure.”
“Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“Yes.”
“How come?”
“The Little Mermaid.”
“I’m sorry?”
“You took Vivian and me once. To see it. They had a special matinee viewing in the theater when we were younger.”
“I remember. And that makes you uncomfortable because now I want to fuck you.”
My heart leaped into my throat as I stared at him.
“That’s right. I want to bury myself in your sweet, eighteen-year-old pussy. I haven’t been able to think of anything else all day.” He glanced behind me. My hips were wiggling. “Does that turn you on?”
My entire body thrummed. The thought of that large thing I’d held earlier near me, inside me—it was all I could think about. “Yes,” I admitted.
“If you have any doubt about a man my age, I’ll tell you this—anything you let that boy do to you, I’ve already perfected.”
Sex with Trey had been fine, but Dean made it sound like something else entirely. What did it mean that he’d perfected it? I wanted to know. I needed it. A rush of warmth made my body seem heavy. I was still on my hands and knees, poised, my lips parted as I stared up at him.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he said. “I’m not going to touch you. Just know I’ll be thinking of you in this exact position when I jerk off later.”
The idea of that weighty cock in his hand almost bowled me over. I might’ve fallen at his feet if not for his next command.
“Give me the file.”
I sat back on my calves and slipped the papers from my waistband.
“Alexandra?”
“Yes?”
“Since I can’t touch you, tell me one thing.”
“Okay.”
