Chapter 35

• "Sit," he instructs, gesturing to the spot on the table directly in front of him. His plate is gone, and as I move to perch on the edge, I can't shake a sense of déjà vu, even though this feels worlds apart from our last encounter here.
• I part my legs, letting my dress ride up, giving him an unobstructed view of my already glistening pussy. My heart pounds, a mix of nervousness and overwhelming desire.
• "Are you that horny for me to fuck you, Francesca?" Rafael asks, leaning back in his chair. His eyes don't drop to where I desperately want them, and frustration mingles with my arousal. Is he going to fuck me or not?