Silver544
He steps closer to me like a predator, ready to have its feast.
My breathing escalates as I take my steps back, until my back hits the desk.
He leans forward, caging me between his arms. His gaze bore into mine. My body shift involuntarily to his body heat.
"Cat got your tongue, smart-ass?" ? he smirks.
His voice a mere whisper. But that doesn't stop me from turning on.
"You're such a dick!" I hiss.
My voice is barely audible to my ears between my thumping heart beat.
He moves his arms, from my waist to my face. He rubs his thumb over my swollen lip. He smirks maliciously. Fucker knows he's turning me on.
Lord I hate him!!