“I, uh…”
The book is clearly in my hand. It’s too late to hide it under the pillow like I so desperately want. And with my hand down my pants, there’s no innocent way to explain away what I’m doing or reading.
At that moment, Neil lifts his head and scents the air. “I can smell your arousal, Chloe.”
He comes closer so that he’s standing directly over me. He holds out his hand.
“Give me that book. Let me see the filth that gets you off.”
First, I probably don’t want to have my hand in my panties for this conversation – or maybe I do, I don’t know, I’m confused. So I start to slide it away and up my stomach.
Neil clucks his tongue. “Did I tell you that you could move?”
I swallow thickly. His orders are hotter than anything in that book.
“Words, Chloe.”
“No.” I don’t even recognize m
