The next time Ross came over, Adele wasted no time putting her plan into motion.
Desire burned inside her, an unrelenting hunger that had only grown stronger with each passing day.
She didn't just want any cock—she wanted his.
She needed Ross more than anything, and today, she would finally have him.
As soon as he walked through the door, she approached him with a sultry smile.
"Ross, can you help me with something?" Her voice was sweet, almost innocent, though the heat in her eyes betrayed her true intentions.
Ross raised an eyebrow, pretending to be surprised.
This was a great change since Adele was clearly avoiding him like the plague before.
"Sure, Adele. What's up?"
Inside, he was amused. He had seen it coming from a mile away.
No woman—especially not one as stunning as Adele—could resist him forever. It was inevitable.