Chapter 20: Use Me

Abigail’s POV

I could focus on nothing except Charles’ mouth on mine, and his body pressed against mine.

Every one of his movements was slow and deliberately quiet, as if he didn’t want to disturb the silence.

For a moment he broke away from me, and there was nothing except the heavy breathing coming from my rising and falling chest.

He offered a half-smile that felt like a challenge.

"I get excited every time I see your skin," he pulled me closer. "Do you know how hard it makes me when I see your cleavage every now and then?"

Shivers of excitement ran across my arms and down my legs.

Charles pulled away, his hand sliding up to rest just under my shoulder blade.

Heat rose to my cheeks, but I held his gaze, trying to mask the excitement his words sent through me. His hand slipped from my waist to my wrist, and with firm pressure, he led me deeper inside the room, and the door clicked shut behind us.

"You're still pouting that pretty little mouth, huh?"