Chapter 9

Mandy

One night.

That’s all this will be.

Dropping to my knees in front of Malcolm, I tell myself to keep going—make it count.

No matter what tomorrow brings, I know that I don’t want this amazing feeling to end. I don’t want to forget how good it feels to have Malcolm inside me, to have his cock and tongue buried deeply. I want to remember how his hands feel roaming my curves. I don’t want to forget the way he makes my entire body ignite and combust.

And perhaps a little selfishly, I also don’t want him to forget me.

Reaching for his belt, I allow the tips of my fingers to graze over his lower stomach and trace the indented V at his hips. His hard abs quiver under my touch. I move my fingers lower, closer to his impressive penis as I tease the edge of his pants. My tongue darts to my suddenly dry lips as I unbuckle the belt. My pulse races as I reach for the zipper and unzip his trousers.