Taste of Disobedience

Avery

His eyebrows rose slightly when he encountered no barrier. "Well, well. What have we here?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said primly, staring straight ahead.

"No?" His fingers slipped between my thighs, finding the evidence of my arousal. "You're soaked, Avery. Is this for me?"

I bit my lip, refusing to answer.

"Did you take them off in the bathroom?" he asked, his voice husky