We go through each of the steps he’s taught me until finally, I am ready to take my first shot.
And I miss horribly.
Even though he’s pulled the target close enough for a child to hit it, I still miss.
The second shot is also a miss.
He places his hand on my stomach again. “You’re holding your breath. Don’t. Take your time finding your aim, then slowly breathe out. When you breathe out, pull the trigger as the air leaves your lungs. Gently. Controlled. Even.”
The next shot lands right in the center of the target’s neck, and I squeal in delight.
He laughs but cautiously grabs the wrist that has the gun in it because I’m waving it around like a lunatic.
“That’s amazing, kitten, but remember, always point the gun away from people. This isn’t a toy. It’s loaded. It’s a weapon.”
I nod, adjusting myself so that I can try again.
But while I’m aiming, he leans over my shoulder, and his breath is right against my neck.
He says something about focus, and basically, it’s a joke because I have zero focus.
My entire body is on fire. His hand is on my stomach; my ass is arched against him. I can feel every bump and curve that makes him a man pressing into my back.
“Take the shot, kitten,” he whispers in a deep voice. The command teases me. It taunts me. It spills heat between my legs.
I slam the gun down on the table in front of me and spin around to push him away from me. But he doesn’t budge. “How can I take a shot with you breathing down my neck?” I shout angrily.
“What the fuck?” he snaps in shock. “I’m only trying to help you!”
“Well. You’re not helping. You’re a terrible teacher!” I snap.
He cocks his head to the side, and his dark eyes pierce into me. I bite my lips and take in a sharp breath.
He hasn’t moved away from me, and I’m pinned between the table and his body.
“I’m a terrible teacher? Or you’re an impossible student. If you just took orders…” His lips are so close to my face. His cologne is distracting me. His body is hot against mine.
“Orders!” I blurt out. “You don’t get to order me around! What! Do you think I must jump if you say jump, or I must kiss you if you say…”What the hell. Please tell me I did not just say that.My voice clips off. My cheeks turn crimson. My lips part in horror.
His eyes widen, then narrow immediately as he studies my face.
I did. I said that. He heard it. That really happened.
“I…” I stammer, trying to think ofanythingI could say to hide my embarrassment or cover my tracks.
But Adrian isn’t listening anymore.
He lifts his hand and grabs my jaw. He tugs my face upward, so my mouth is tilted toward his.
And he kisses me.
His lips press into mine. His body leans harder against mine, and I’m shocked to find his cock is rock hard. The sheer size of it pressed against my stomach has my thoughts racing.
He moves his mouth over mine, and a moan of pleasure slips from my lips.
It seems to edge him on. He kisses harder, and his hand pushes down my back. He cups it over my ass and rocks himself against me.
Then suddenly he lifts me onto the table, spreading my legs and stepping closer, and he pulls me to the edge of the table so that his cock is pressing right against my pussy.
