Caroline's blouse fell to the floor, and Dean Morrison's eyes devoured her. His gaze crawled over her bruised collarbone, her swollen nipples, the dark hickeys left by the football players still fresh on her pale skin. He licked his lips, his hand already reaching for his belt.

"Mr. Harrison said you were something special," he said, his voice thick with lust. "But I didn't expect you to come so... willingly."