Ariel Beckham.
I never imagined doing it in an office—let alone Ramirez’s office. But now, I can’t get it out of my mind. Hot, the way he filled me, making me feel so full, so desperate, so utterly consumed all at once. Ramirez isn’t just any man; he’s the real deal. He brought me to orgasm like it was second nature, as if it were nothing to him. He lasted—it wasn’t some pathetic five minutes like Jonathan. No, Ramirez took his time, made me feel everything. And afterward? He was the first man who bothered to clean me up, his hands gentle as he fixed my clothes, wiping away the traces of his seed from my thighs, leaving me wanting more even as he walked away.
Lucia and Hannah are laughing in the background, but my mind is still tangled in the memory of yesterday. I close my eyes, savori
