“Don’t mess with the merchandise.” I put my hand on his chest, and he whimpered low.
It was nice to know that despite my lack of experience, I still managed to fluster him.
His pupils flared with desire. “Does that mean I should look and not touch?”
“It means my boss could come back from break any second, so we have to be quick.” I gently stopped his lips from swooping in to mine. “And quiet,” I warned him.
“Sounds like a challenge. For you.” He kissed my finger so tenderly that the blood pulsing in my ears drowned out the sultry songs on our overhead speakers.
“I’m up for it,” I insisted.
“So am I.” He smirked and pressed himself against my leg. “That’s why I ran here.”
Just for a chance to see me, feel me.
I flicked open his shirt, idly dragging my nails across the downy hair on his flushed chest as he caressed my body. For all his teasing, was it possible he was the one desperate for me?
This wasn’t the best place to get hot and heavy.
Although I had just cleaned the dressing room, so this was the nicest it’d ever been.
Touching him wouldn’t be too bad. Just touching, I swore to myself, but gasped when he palmed my breast.
“Quiet, pidge,” he whispered, his breath puffing against the shell of my ear.
I shuddered with pleasure. This was flirting with disaster. Fondling it, actually. I bit down on my lip as he massaged my breasts. A desperate moan vibrated in my throat.
How was he able to calibrate all my nerve endings to bliss?
Surely, I could do the same for him.
As he teased me to the edge of oblivion, I caressed and examined his beautiful body for erogenous zones.
Ears were sensitive. Maybe I could twist that pretty little arrow piercing through his cartilage. I traced the curve of his ear, but he just smiled and tweaked my nipple.
“Ah,” I cried out, my sex clenching. Why didn’t he have as sensitive nerve endings as me?
Angel grinned and cupped the apex of my thighs, gently probing my now-damp clothes.
It’d be so easy to rock my hips and find some relief, let him take care of me.
But this time, I wanted to be the one in the driver’s seat.
I rubbed the stressed front seam of his pants, and his eyes fluttered shut for a second.
This was it. This was my moment to show him I wasn’t just some needy little virgin. I was a partner. And sometimes, a goddess.
I adjusted his slacks, pumping him slow enough to make his hips jerk into my hand.
Inhaling sharply, he made to reach under my waistband, but this wasn’t the time for reciprocation.
I pushed him into a nearby chair.
The shock on his face made me crack a smile, but I schooled my expression into a seductive smirk as I repositioned him near the three-way mirror.
“Sit back and enjoy the view,” I purred, slipping the mesh bra off and over my head. My breasts dropped gracefully back onto my chest as I tossed the bra onto my shirt.
Angel gaped at me in awe, gripping his thighs as if to stop himself from yanking me into his lap. In this room, I was in charge.
