The storm hit hard that night.
Rain slammed against the windows like it wanted inside. Thunder cracked overhead, shaking the penthouse walls. Sophie was safe at a sleepover across town, leaving the huge apartment completely empty except for Emma and Alexander.
Emma couldn’t take it anymore.
Two weeks of teasing touches, heated stares, and that one night in the kitchen where he’d left her dripping and desperate had pushed her to the edge. She was tired of aching every single day. Tired of fingering herself while imagining his c**k.
Tonight she was done waiting.
She stood in front of her mirror, heart pounding, wearing nothing but one of Alexander’s white dress shirts she’d stolen from the laundry. It was big on her, the hem brushing the tops of her thighs. She left the top three button
