It makes me jump as if I’ve been burned.
“Take off your shirt.” Her voice is low, but it drowns out every other noise.
“Huh?” I’ve forgotten what words are.
The pink triangle of her tongue pushes between her lips and leaves a glistening line. “Sawyer.” She steps closer, raising onto her toes to bring her sweet breath near my ear. “You need a costume. Take.” She pinches the thin fabric of my t-shirt between her black painted nails. “This.” She tugs it away from my body with a rush of cool air. “Off.” Letting it go, it tickles over my belly making my cock leap into my zipper.
“Yes, ma’am,” I exhale around the knot in my throat and rip the hem in my hurry to take off my top.
Her heel taps against the tiles and she tilts her head, brazenly lowering her verdant gaze over my bare torso.
“Now get down where I can reach you.” She fuckingsnaps her fingersand points to the floor.
Like a puppet on her string, my knees give out to crack against the ground.
The shock of pain doesn’t even begin to touch the ache in my nuts that her standing over me gives.
I want her to reach out and claw me. Grab my face and sink her tongue into my mouth.
But she lifts the straps to the angel wings and circles behind me.
“Raise your arms.” Her hot command scalds my jaw.
Was that her lips brushing the lobe of my ear?
Every limb feels electrified as I lift my hands out to the sides.
She threads the first nylon strap over my fingers, trailing it up the sensitive skin until it snugs around my pit.
I’m so glad I showered and scrubbed before tonight.
Shit, I need another. Sweat prickles my body as her fingers lead the other clasp, her thumb brushing against my chest until she reaches around me from behind.
Both hands flatten at my collarbone over my pounding heart as she presses her breasts—
Oh fuck. Herbodyis touching me.
There isn’t enough oxygen in this room. Stars float in my focus as the taut seam of her corset rubs along my spine while she latches the final snap.
“Good boy,” she croons before pulling the heat of her body away from me.
A raw current runs through me to scorch into my cheeks when I realize just how close I am to making a mess in my pants just from her simple praise.
With a last adjustment of the stiff wires hidden under the plastic feathers, she moves in front of me.
I want to be the finger that she taps against her pursed lips.
“You’re a perfect angel.” Playfully, she reaches out and tugs my hat off my head and flips it backwards. “There.” Her smile could melt a cargo ship. “Now you’re as hot as the devil himself.”
One last wink of her emerald eye, then she pushes out into the chaos of the bar.
Leaving me on my knees next to the pizza prep station.
When I stand up, I’m so light headed I might pass out.
But I can’t. There’s still another few cases to bring upstairs.
I’d rather die than not do my job.
