His Butterfly

This book is not intended for anyone under the age of 🔞 to read.
Avery's POV...

I lay in bed with my eyes still closed, trying to force myself back to sleep, hoping that I would fall back into the glorious dream I'd just awakened from. When I couldn't do that, I tried getting out of bed, but for some odd reason, I couldn't. I felt like a heavy ass boulder was weighing me down. Opening my eyes, I noticed that I was in an extravagantly decorated room that I would never be able to afford in my lifetime. Looking down at my waist, I see a well-toned, muscular, tan arm progressively wrapped around my body, holding me in place.

"That wasn't a dream," I mumbled while trying to ease out of the bed without waking up the man whose arm was crushing me. "Aah fuck." I grumbled when a pain between my thighs shot through my body, causing me to stop moving. While laying there, vivid images of all the provocative things I've done with a stranger last night and well into the early morning floated to the forefront of my mind. Erotic visions of my nipples being sucked into his mouth caused my body to heat up and me to squirm. "Dammit, I wanted to feel his hot mouth wrapped around my nipples again," I uttered at the same time the stranger began to stir. "Please don't wake up." I mentally prayed.

I slowly eased out of bed once he stopped moving and fell back into a peaceful slumber. I frantically began to search the room for my mask after I hurriedly put on my clothes. It finally dawned on me that I still had it on my face.

I wanted to get a glimpse of the incredibly talented person that caused my first time to feel extraordinary. Taking a look back towards the bed, My eyes traveled from his beautiful sculpted legs. They continued up to his perfectly shaped abs, which consisted of a sexy muscular six-pack. I nearly fell over backward when I looked at my handsome ass boss, lying there sound asleep with all his exotic goods out.

(Book One Of The Choi Series)