I almost let him undress me in the hallway of his upstairs Colonial and have his way with me. I almost let him take me to his bedroom, which was just down the hall, on the right-hand side, and lather his tongue over every part of my body, unable to prevent him from his wild exercise and relentless desire. I almost let him tug my jeans open and drop them to my ankles, and then fall to his knees, opening his mouth and…
I have to get out of here before he has me. If I stay a minute longer, he’ll convince me to sleep with him, and all of this will be ruined. A second longer in this house will end with our clothes coming off and an unstoppable s*x scene between us. And then our little romance will be the shortest ever, and he’ll want nothing to do with me. Nothing. It will be over just as quic
