‘I. Am. So. Hungry. For. Jacob. Right. Now. He could be doing some harmless and innocent like stirring his cup of tea and all I would see is his fingers on the handle and on the teaspoon, and I would be aching for them inside me. Or he could be stretching his arms over his head and all I would see is how I’d like to feel those arms wrapped tightly around me and how much I’d like to wrap my legs around that waist. Fuck, I’d try my best to deepthroat him and wouldn’t even care if my jaw hurts after.’