Dirty (short stories)
She was breathing harder now, her hand slid to her thigh, her fingers brushing the hem of her skirt, she couldn’t help it, she lifted the skirt slightly and slipped her hand inside her panties, she touched her clit in slow circles, she was damn soaked.
Jaxon looked up and saw her hand moving, his eyes darkened instantly, but he didn’t move nor did he stop her.
“Keep going,” he said, voice low. “Tell me about the Q&A session.”
She moaned softly, her fingers sliding inside herself now. “Someone… someone asked about emotional memory… I can’t…”
He set the folder aside, leaned back and watched her. “You can, keep talking.”
She stripped the blouse off, no bra, her nipples already hard, her skirt u