PYKE
The coat that I offered doesn’t help much for her petite body. Her body continues to shiver. My balls ache for putting myself together to stop from pulling her into my arms to warm her up. I have to stop doing so—for her own good.
I crave her. I want her so bad that makes me dizzy. I want to press her against this glass elevator wall if I can get a chance to feel her body next to me again.
I’m such a melodramatic asshole.
The water drips from her wet hair down to the crook of her neck, to the valley of her barely covered tits. Her see-through white shirt doesn’t help to cover her puckered nipples poking through her red lacy bra.
I swallow hard, breathing deeply to control my tense muscles. Keeping our distance away is nearly impossible because my mind spins dirty thoughts off my tongue running down her neck to the valley of her tits. Tasting her once isn’t enough, now, I’m not sure if I can get enough
