Emily McIntire

“Darling, if I’m the dark, then you’re the stars.”

“He was a cad, darling.” His eyes glint. “Not worthy to taste the air you breathe.”

“Hello, ladies,” he greets, his eyes never leaving mine.

“And if you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll show you the real reason why my mouth should be illegal.”

I wasn’t lying when I told her she was beautiful. She is.

Achingly so.

“Do me a favor, pet.”

“A—anything,” I stutter out.

“Grind that sweet little pussy on me until you make a mess all over my lap.”

“Such a good girl,” he purrs.

“James?” Wendy’s voice flows through my ears, and just like that, my irritation drains away, a smile taking over my face.

His eyes flicker toward me, the harshness of his gaze softening.

Darling, you look edible.