Page 12 of The Heart You Kept

“Turn around.”

“What?” I frown.

“Turn. Around.”

He wants to look at my ass.

I nervously turn around.

“Touch your toes.”

“What?” I squeak.

“Touch. Your. Toes.”

I didn’t drink enough alcohol for this.

Oh…this is mortifying…and on some perverted level strangely arousing.

I bend and touch my toes and he inhales sharply. I close my eyes as I hear my heartbeat in my ears.

Help!

I hear the couch creak as if he’s stood up, what is it about this man that has me in a puddle?

I see his feet as he comes to stand behind me and I hold my breath as I wait for his next instruction.

His hand runs over my behind and then down to my sex, he pulls my G-string to the side and slides his fingers through the lips of my sex.

“Very nice,” he hums in a deep throaty voice; his finger circles through my sex and I see stars. “Very nice indeed.”

Hanging upside down with all the blood rushing to my head with his fingers doing that while 100 percent alcohol is rushing through my bloodstream is a heady combination.

I could pass out any second…wouldn’t be surprised actually.

I hope he knows mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

He slowly slides my panties down over my hips and drops them to the ground as he pulls my cheeks apart.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

I feel his tongue and my legs nearly buckle out from beneath me.

What the…. ?

He licks me; I feel his stubble burn my skin and I see the huge bulge in his suit pants through my legs.

Oh no…stop that.

Every cell in my body gets a goose bump as electricity from his touch sends me into overdrive. I don’t know what alternate universe this is in…but I do know it’s fucking perverted.

He slides two thick fingers deep into my sex and my knees collapse

Slap.