I caught Miguel's gaze in the mirror reflection, then slowly lowered so we were both looking at his bulging underwear. He swallowed audibly.
"You know, the rest of you will fit in the suit, but I don't thinkthatwill," I teased.
Miguel let out a breathless laugh. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry, this is really awkward."
Was he worried about making me uncomfortable? He said it like it was his fault he had a budding boner. So cute.
"Not at all," I said calmly. "It's only natural. I tend to have that effect on—" I paused before the wordhumanscould slip out. "People."
Miguel's expression sank. "Oh. True. You're super attractive, after all."
Dammit. Wrong thing to say. I only had eyes for Miguel—I'd rather get lectured by a preacher than romance anyone who wasn't him.
I smiled, hoping to reassure him. "But I'm flattered you feel that way about me. I rather enjoy your attention, actually."
Miguel's brows rose. "You do?"
"Mmhm."
Then he seemed to remember something and mumbled, "Ah, right. Fake boyfriends..."
Hell, this man was as dense as fruitcake.
But the fake boyfriends ruse was a blessing in disguise. If he assumed this was all method acting, I could openly show him my love without overwhelming him.
"You're right. We should make it convincing, no?" I asked while snaking my hand over his shoulder and slowly down his chest. "Otherwise your family might nag you even more..."
Miguel froze like a deer in headlights except for his frantic nodding. He was clearly enjoying this, which opened up the path to go further.
My hand crept down Miguel's chest towards his belly. As soon as I reached it, he tensed. He was self-conscious about it, thanks to human society's ridiculous notions about beauty. That infuriating comment from the dumbfuck employee didn't help, either.
But I didn't let my anger show on my face. I was too busy enjoying Miguel's body.
"So beautiful," I murmured as my hand grazed his belly. It was the perfect combination of soft brown skin and fuzzy black hairs. It stirred a fire between my thighs.
Miguel huffed a laugh. "Not really."
I growled in his ear, unable to stop myself. "Yes, really. And I won't hear anything to the contrary or I'll bite this off."
He laughed again, genuine instead of self-deprecating this time. "Okay, okay."
When I finally reached the waistband of his underwear, I was ravenous. As badly as I wanted to suck him dry, there was something naughty about jerking him off from behind while we looked into the mirror together. I wanted Miguel to watch me pleasure him, to realize Iwantedto do it.
Miguel must've thought I was fooling around before, because as my finger slipped into his underwear he yelped.
"Ah, Daemen, you don't have to do that!"
"I know I don't have to," I said playfully, my breath still brushing against his ear. "But I wouldliketo, if that's okay with you."
Miguel mewled like a kitten. "Okay..."
He could do better than that. I clicked my tongue and tentatively withdrew my hand. "That's not very enthusiastic. If you want me to stop, you only need—"
"No! Don't," Miguel blurted out. "Uh, please."
I grinned. That was what I wanted to hear.
"Don't please?"
