Blurb

I moan softly as he presses his hips into me from behind. Moving his lips closer to my ear, he breathes and then lowers his head to leave a wet kiss on my neck. I squeeze the coffee cup tighter in a loose effort to control myself, but before I can do anything else, he moves himself off of me.

"Don't dish what you can't take," he walks away, smiling proudly.

I'm fucked, I think to myself. This is so inappropriate.