Taking Control

Sloane

Corbin chuckles, his warm breath tickling my skin. “Is that what we’re calling it now? A ‘cuddling session’?” There’s a teasing tone to his voice that almost makes me too nervous to make my next move. Almost.

“Yes, now shut up and strip,” I mutter, tugging impatiently at his shirt—I’m not too shy to do that, and Corbin smiles weakly at what I’m doing.

“I like feeling wanted,” he says. “…the