"He's slick," the other women warn me. "Don't let him talk his way into your pants."

For weeks, I manage to resist his charms. I steel myself against his honey-sweet flirtations. But when he finally catches me alone and at my most vulnerable, he doesn't say a word.

In silence, his mouth seeks out mine. I make no protest as he fondles my nipples. His touch is a maddening tease. He grins while slipping a hand inside my panties.

And by the time he's finished playing with me like a toy, I'm plenty slick as well.