The brownie was gone, but the ache it left behind was unbearable.

I adjusted and sat on the cold marble floor, legs spread, skin flushed, my body betraying every ounce of self-control I had left. My nipples were stiff peaks, brushing against the cool air, and between my thighs… I was soaked, on the edge.

I pressed my thighs together, rocking slightly, trying to find relief, but it only made things worse. My clit pulsed like it had its own heartbeat. I needed him. God, I needed him so ...