Ashton:
The couch beneath me felt too soft; the takeout container in my hand would surely bust if I didn't loosen my grip. Why is my mouth so dry?
"Where would you like to start?" he licked his lips. The man's eye contact was enough to make my thighs ache to have him between them.
"On my knees." I thought.
"Why does Benjamin hate you so much? You're a good man."
He seemed to be studying about his answer. He sat his takeout on the table, picked up his wine glass, and took a long sip that made me lick my own lips as if I could taste the wine on his.
"His mother cheated on me, had a six-year affair with the pool boy, and they married. He is only four years older than our son. But when we separated, she told him about the things I enjoy, but she twisted it, turning it into some taboo ab
