Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

And I stood there, no longer wincing or dreading my
invasion of their privacy but feeling everything they were
feeling and wanting more.
The skin touching skin. My body on fire and alive with
him. His breath. His tongue. His mouth and hands. His teeth
nipping at my stomach and thighs.
That feeling of wanting nothing else, and I would rather
never eat again than not have him.
I don’t want to…make you dirty.
“I will find out what you’re keeping from me,” Michael
growled as the bed rocked.
“You can try.”
“I should pull out right now and fucking leave you like
this.”
“No, please,” she whimpered.
“Or maybe I’ll just have lots of fun getting the answer out
of you. Flip over.”
Weight shifted, her body turning over maybe, and I knew
the position they were in. I hadn’t done that yet, but I wanted
to. Someday.
You won’t make me dirty. There is no you. There is no me.
This is us. Us.
My eyes burned, and my chin trembled. I didn’t want to do
those things with just anyone, though.
A body pressed into my back and I blinked, swallowing
the tears in my throat.
“I was supposed to come to you for our next appointment,”
Will teased, resting his head on my shoulder.