Chapter 3
Charlie
Best. Decision. Ever.
Adele was so right. There’s nothing wrong with a one-off from The Big Plan where a hot man is concerned. Especially on your birthday.
Lance hits all my buttons. Especially—oh!—I arch as he affixes his lips around my clit and sucks hard. Charm Boy has all the moves. Which I expected. A player’s great when you’re playing, right?
He’s not in a hurry, but he keeps the pace elevated. I don’t have time to catch my breath or adjust to the pleasure before he screws a finger inside me. He plunges it in and out a couple times, then massages my inner wall with a stroking that makes me go wild. I nearly kick him in the head, I'm so out of my mind.
“Lance,” I pant.
“That’s right, baby. Say my name when you feel good.”
“I feel good,” I admit. I have nothin
