I let my thumb rest on his chin. “You deserve more, Noah. Let yourself dream.”
Noah is so still he barely seems to be breathing. “Yes, sir,” he whispers.
Arousal slams into me.
I let my thumb rest on his chin. “You deserve more, Noah. Let yourself dream.”
Noah is so still he barely seems to be breathing. “Yes, sir,” he whispers.
Arousal slams into me.