The room tightened around us.
Or maybe it was my body doing that.
Clenching.
Wanting.
Her hand at my back slipped upward a half inch—not high enough to claim anything. But high enough to make it clear that she could.
Then, she met my eyes in the mirror. “By the way. . .this blouse isn’t dangerous because it’s sheer or revealing that lovely lace bra holding up your perfect full breasts.”
I quirked my brows.
She smiled, slow and wicked. “It’s dangerous becauseyouare in it.”
I bit my lip.
For a second, the air didn’t belong to either of us. It just pulsed between our bodies like static before a storm.
And then my mind betrayed me.
I imagined her gliding that hand away from my back and over my hip, around the curve of my waist, then trailing it down.
I would see the movement in the mirror.
The smooth path of fingers trained in pleasure.
She would find the slit of my skirt. Slip through it like silk through a ring. Her hand would be cool at first, then hot—moving with that dangerous grace only women who’d been taught to please truly possessed. She’d press her palm right where the lace hugged my pussy tight.
And then. . .
My thighs clenched at the thought of her fingers brushing over my black panties, finding the heat beneath, rubbing my clit slow and precise—never looking away from my reflection.
She wouldn’t need to ask what I liked.
A woman like Hiroko would already know. I bet she could make me cum without a word. Right there in six-inch heels and a white satin blouse, with her lips an inch from my ear, and my face undone in the glass.
My moan would be quiet.
But my body wouldn’t lie.
I swallowed.
Hard.
A shiver crawled up my spine like a warning—or a dare.
And then I shut the thought away. Sealed it in some velvet box in the back of my head. Because that kind of fantasy didn’t belong tothismoment.
And my heart already belonged to a man who would kneel before me in worship, and kill for me in the same breath.
Plus, Kenji didn’t just own my body.
He possessed my heart.
I was too far gone to ever come back or ever. . .stray.
As if hearing my thoughts, she cleared her throat.
