Jessica's POV
Craving More Heat and Touch
I was the one who told him to think of another woman while I touched him. So why did I feel like complete garbage right now?
Maybe it stung my feminine ego that I couldn't get him aroused, but the mere thought of someone else could make him hard as stone.
I already despised this mystery woman. Would she become my rival?
"Is that what you're doing right now?" I demanded. "Fantasizing about her? Is that what made you so hard?"
"Wasn't that your suggestion, Jessica?" he fired back, his voice tight with strain.
I gripped his cock through his pants and he let out a low moan. My knees nearly buckled, and suddenly I didn't give a damn about any other woman. Why did he have to sound so devastatingly sexy? Even his moans were intoxicating. The way he said my name in that desperate, pleasure-seeking voice made my pulse race.
Why should I worry about some faceless woman when it was my hands driving him wild?
