Phoenix "Nix" Greer has only been an appraiser's apprentice for 2 weeks. She gets invited by her boss to attend a gala for a museum that is revealing their newest addition. While there, she meets an extremely handsome man, who says he and his associ...
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"Hey, I know you're tired and probably want to go to bed... but before that, want to have a little more fun?"
I sigh. Knowing that if I don't follow along, he'll just pester me later. Then I won't get any sleep. "Fine... What did you have in mind?" He smiles, deviously. "Why don't we give Chan something even better to listen to?" He raises an eyebrow at me, waiting. "Meaning...?" I trail off, curious as to where he's going with this. "Meaning we give the big bad wolf a "private" show." He replies, taking both of my shoulders and backs me against the door jam of Chan's room.
He leans in close, placing his forearm on the wall next to me, his other hand cupping my face. "Just follow my lead, okay? Since I know you love this position and all." His tongue swipes along his lips once. I follow the movement wetting my own, "Okay." I whisper.
He huffs a breath, the warmth of it fans across my cheeks. "Good girl, you're learning." Those same cheeks are now warm for a different reason. His hand goes down to my throat, just resting there for a moment, as he looks into my eyes like he's asking permission. As we stand there, my mind wanders back to the way he touched me in the bathtub. The anticipation makes me shift from one foot to the other, causing my thighs to rub together, creating the beautiful feeling of friction. He closes his grip just tight enough, but not suffocating. I let out a whimper, that makes him close his eyes in pleasure.
"Yes, I love the pretty sounds you make." He says just a little louder, then groans obscenely. Smirking my way, he winks. 'Oh I see what he's doing... He must really enjoy riling up Chan. What a menace.' My hand loosens around the towel I'm holding up just a little. Bringing the other up to encircle his wrist. "Please, Lee Know." My voice is breathy and desperate.
My mind has been completely shut off from the rational. Enjoying our little game as much as he is. I'm no longer tired, my energy spiking with the desire building in my body. His eyes widened at my plea. "Oh? What's this? Is my little firebird, begging?" He arches an eyebrow, the small ember that was in his eyes has ignited. "Please, sir. Please touch me again." I moan out a little louder, a smirk making its way onto my face.
The volume of the music floating from the doorway decreases. 'That must've gotten his attention.' Lee Know noticed as well, as he nodded at me to continue. He leans down toward my ear again. "You're doing so well, keep going. I wonder how long he can ignore us for." The arm he had resting on the wall fell to place a hand on my thigh. Hitching it up to his hip, causing the towel to fall open over my leg, exposing me to the cold. He grips my flesh so hard, it's like he's trying to brand me with his fingerprints. Shivering, my hand tightens on his wrist.
He removes his other hand from my neck. When he reaches down to the towel, my hand twitches. "Can I? If you say no, I won't." Still whispering in my ear. "Yes." I've never said a word faster in my life. His fingers give a tug and it falls to the floor. I'm now on display to anyone who happens to walk by. I think he noticed this as well because he presses his body closer, shielding me slightly. "You're being awfully obedient, Tweetie." Leaving open mouthed kisses along my neck, licking and nibbling as he makes his way to my jaw. Heat pools in my core from the feeling of him against me.
