(33) Touche

Zoey's POV

My gaze lingers on the flat screen. All the numbers slowly morph into a giant mish-mash of nothing.

"Damn it Xavier!" I groan out loud. Slapping a hand to my forehead, I let out a frustrated sigh. "C'mon girl. It's been two weeks get a grip. Get a fucking grip..."

So, so eager to have me inside aren't you?

Heat slowly crawl up my spine and settle on my cheeks as I recall his words. The feeling of his touch still lingers on my hot skin. It prickles with need... the need for him to be buried deep inside me if I am being frank. I press my thighs as memories from that day plague my mind.

You love it don't you?

My eyes flutter shut at the overwhelming sensation growing within me. I lick my lips in anticipation as the image of his fingers moving inside me burst behind my eyelids.

You love it rough don't you Zoey?

"Mhm," my fingers itch to slide into my wet core and relief myself.

A knock at the door breaks me out of my reverie. I peel my eyes open and let out a short sigh. Fu