“You cannot touch me.”
His eyebrow raised up at my comment, lips curled in that sexy smirk as he sat quietly on the leather armchair waiting for me to continue.
“You have to stay perfectly still and let me do whatever I want to you. If I feel your hands on me at any time, this will stop. Got it?”
He slid further down on the chair, legs spread slightly as he raised his hand up a little. When I told him to wear something comfortable, I did not expect the black silk pajama bottoms he currently had on. Incredibly soft to the touch from the look of them as they sat dangerously low on his hips, showing off every delicious inch of tanned skin and those beautifully toned abs.
I sighed and cocked my head to the side. Why does he have to do this to me? “Yes?”
“Am I able to speak?”
The smirk on his face widened to a grin and the fleeting thought of leaving him with the biggest case of blue balls was becoming more and more prominent in my mind.