“My lips are sealed,” I love the way her body was pressed against me.
I felt everything.
It was like being surrounded by the softest quilt in the world. Paired with the most seductive scent.
Both so intoxicating it drowned out the music.
I wanted to close my eyes and savor it.
She glances back at me. “I’m not too heavy for you, am I?”
“Oh, shut the fuck up.”
She smirks. “Just checking. Though it would be very unattractive for someone your size, big man.”
“Keep calling me that,” I murmur near her ear, “and I’m gonna get turned on.”
“I know,” she says coolly. “I can feel it getting stiff on my arse.”
I laugh under my breath. “Maybe you should give me a lap dance.”
“I’d charge.”
“And I’d pay.”
She clicks her tongue. “Tuh. You can’t afford me.”
I tilt my head. “How much you charging?”
She turns in my lap, straddling me now.
“More than you could ever afford.”
And it hits me harder.
That scent. I inhale deeply without thinking.
“You know what I like about you, Frankie?” I ask.
She blinks, surprised by the change in tone. “Hm?”
“You’re so fucking pretty.”
She doesn’t look away, but surprise flashes from her green eyes.
Her mouth tips up slowly in amusement.
“Mm. What else?”
God, she wants me to say it.
Fine.
“You’re confident, sexy, always on point…”
I shift my hand down her body.
“And most of all, deep down, you’re just as conceited as me.”
