“We need to get you out of these panties,” he says.
Kaz leans forward, bites the edge of my panties with his teeth, and lowers them.
I glance down at him, and I nearly combust.
The potent cocktail of the feral glint in his eyes, him gripping my underwear with his teeth while grunting… it’s all too much.
“Step out of them,” he says.
My legs wobble when I attempt to follow his order.
When I step out of my nude-color panties, he grabs them, brings them to his nose, and inhales. “If you’re hungry, you’re going to have to tell me, ‘cause I don’t intend on letting you out of my bedroom until you have to report for duty at your new job tomorrow morning.”
Shit. I’m about to fuck my soon-to-be boss.
The realization causes chaos in my brain.
Fucking your boss and your roommate is a recipe for disaster.
“I hear your boss is a bit of a hardass, so you walking funny tomorrow––which I guarantee you will––might solicit some strange stares from him.”
I didn’t see that coming.
His off-the-wall comment puts an end to my inner dialogue.
I laugh.
Kaz slides a finger between my pussy lips, and I gasp.
He plunges the finger in and out of me a few times before removing his hand from between my legs. He brings his finger to his lips and licks it. “You taste so good. I knew you would.”
I’m no virgin, but this man is throwing me off kilter.
He drops his gaze to my feet. “As much as I love those sexy high heels on you, they’ll be in the way.”
He removes one shoe.
Thump.
The other one comes off.
Thump.
He gets back on his feet.
Without the heels, I’m tiny in comparison to this giant.
I stare up at him, mesmerized.
“This bra is in the way.” He unclasps it and flings it aside.
He trails his eyes over my breasts. “Fuck, you’re hot.” He leans down and kisses me.
Tasting myself on his tongue is so hot.
He peppers kisses along my neck and chest.
I swear, the temperature in this room went up by one hundred degrees.
