“I've missed you, Steve.” The blonde-haired girl, Zoey, whispered with lips stained bright red, her voice low and sensual as she settled onto my lap.

Fifteen minutes. That’s what I’d told her. And she was here. Already. She must have jumped in her car the second I hung up. Good. I needed something fast and simple.

Zoey leaned in, her breath warm against my neck, bringing her lips down to nibble on the skin just below my jawline. A shiver ran through me as her tongue, warm and wet, ...