The Devils Temptation; Erotic Short Stories
I bump it and can’t stop myself from completing the steps: spreading my fingers wide while making the explosion sound, then wiggling them down, side to side, and up to my lips for a chef’s kiss finish.
“Yeah, that’s how we do it,” Quinton says, pursing his lips at me approvingly.
I roll my eyes. “Whatever.”
“I’ll bet you all of tonight’s money that you won’t do it,” Axl says.
“Are we still talking about this?” I ask.
Axl sits up and brushes his hands on his slacks. “You’ve got the body for it, and you said you needed money for the move, right?”
“You checking me out, Axl?” I joke.