I’m angry but I’m not a complete dickhead. Nadia might have upset my plans but I’m sure I upset hers as badly, maybe worse. I don’t want to hurt her. I just need the payment for my friend.
There’s even a part of me that admires her. I can’t imagine any of my family doing for me what she tried to do for her son.
Not only the embarrassment but taking on board that level of risk. I’m not sure what her job is, but she looks like a corporate office lady in her well-pressed dress. A person who’s never done anything criminal.
A serious person.
Yet she willingly shoved those packets inside her. Risking the consequences if she was searched. Risking the worse effects if one breaks.
Her loyalty is impressive.
Whether Josh is worth it is another story.
“I mean, what gets you going? What gets your juices flowing?”
Judging from her expression, however she took my initial question it was a million miles away fromthat.
I lay my hand across her midriff, revelling in the softness, the curves. She’s so tiny I expected hard angles, bony protrusions. Instead, she’s lush enough to be kind of sexy. Like her eyes are kind of sexy as they rest on me, so large in comparison with the narrow lips and tiny mouth. Eyes that large, that expressive, that I wonder what they’d look like staring up at me while she kneeled.
My throat clicks when I try to swallow, suddenly too aware of every movement she makes, every place her body is in contact with mine.
“Not being kidnapped,” she says and I struggle to remember the question.
“Hm?”
“The thing that turns me on most in the world is not being kidnapped.”
I’m surprised into laughter, and I examine her face more closely as I move my hand lower, letting my fingers move from the fabric of her hem to the bare skin of her legs, then back again.
A tiny tease of skin against skin, then I slowly hitch the material upward, moving my hand so the fingers rest against the outside of her thigh, my thumb stroking along the soft inner.
She swallows, her chin jerking up slightly, like she’s gathering herself, becoming defiant.
“Does that do it for you? Do you want my hands anywhere else?”
I test the waters, moving up towards her pussy and parting her lips again, gently teasing along the edge until she shivers.
Better but not enough.
“Would you prefer I touched you another way?” Her eyes dart towards mine as I move my head level, then widen and jerk away. “You have such pretty eyes. Don’t you want to let me look at them so I can tell you how beautiful you are?”
The continuing avoidance makes that one plain.
I push my lips near her ear, deepening my voice into a growl. “You want me to tell you a story? Should I tell you how much I want to shove my hard cock inside you, how much I want to hear the squeal as you come?”
Her cheeks flush redder, the colour bringing new life into her face. Turning back the clock so I could imagine how she’d look if she were in her thirties, maybe even younger.
“Do you want my mouth on you, my tongue lapping at your clit? Would you like me to suck those packets straight out of you?”
Her thighs clamp together, and she tries to turn on her side, away from me. There’s a weird glitter across her irises, flecks of gold catching the light. They remind me of a cat’s eyes, capturing so much brightness they practically glow.
I slide my arm under her shoulders, curling her towards me, no escape. When she jerks her head the other way, towards me, I press my cheek against hers, pinning her in place.
My breath skims her ear, as neat and sharp as a pixie’s. Her face is hidden in my shoulder and part of that feels like a loss but not letting her escape this moment is more important.
“You prefer praise or punishment?” I ask and watch her nipples stiffen under the thick fabric of her oh-so-sensible dress. “Are you going to be a good girl for me? Or am I going to have to spank you?”
My other hand slips back between her thighs, a quick performance check. Getting there but I find it harder to care with each passing second.
