"That is a great song. Can't wait to dance to it" she said and winked and I blushed. She stare at my eyes and I stare at hers. Her brown eyes are like the most amazing thing that she haves. You can see what she feel or you can understand what she is about to say.
It's like she can speak with her eyes.
Chachi pov.
I stare at her eyes. Her green eyes. It's like when the grass is wet. And it shines the grass starts kind of glow.
Ugg stop it Olivia...
"Is this what you wanted? To be taken from behind on my desk like a slut?" She demanded, tightening her grip around my hair, pulling my head back. "Look at me, Eden."
My eyes met hers, and I almost shivered as I was met with the undeniable lust behind them that replaced her anger mere seconds ago. "I just like pissing you off, I guess." I smiled innocently, alluding to her previous question.
Her eyes darkened, before letting go of my hair and grabbing my throat instead.
I felt her fingertips trail over over my soaked underwear, and a moment later she brought one of my hands to my core, instructing me to hold the lace fabric to the side, as she began to slowly circle my wetness, before dipping two fingers inside me without warning.
My eyes rolled back, a moan escaping my lips as I whispered her name.
"God, my name sounds like a sin on your lips." She purred over me, curling her fingers inside me, while thumbing my dripping core.
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An innocent waitress, a flirt of a mafia boss, and a relentless string of...well, problems. A fun little story to read, very gay, with plenty of romance, as well as - dare I say - humor.