I was already soaked before I typed the first word.
The lace of my black lingerie clung to the wet heat between my thighs, the thin fabric darkened and sticky where my p***y had been dripping for the last twenty minutes. My bedroom was dark except for the blue glow of my phone. Outside, the campus was quiet. Inside, I was alone with the only man who had ever lived rent-free in every filthy corner of my mind.
Dominic.
My brother’s best friend.
My obsession since I was sixteen and he was already a man who looked at me like he knew exactly what I would sound like when I came.
I opened his w******p chat just to stare at his profile picture while my free hand slipped under the waistband of my lingerie. His face filled the screen—dark eyes, the small scar near his left eyebrow, the mouth I
