Three Years Later

“I said play with your tits, give me a show.”

"Hunter... please. I can't take it anymore. Just touch me."

Jackie’s voice trembled, breathy and eager like a wanton. Her knees pressed against the edge of his obsidian desk as she sat on his desk. Her red lips were slightly parted, pupils blown wide with hunger as she caressed, pinched and tugged at her nipples with her clothes still on. She knew what she was asking for.

Hunter leaned back in his leather chair, the dim ...