Addicted to Mr. Wrong
I lower my face to her neck, nuzzling, filling my lungs with her scent.
I brush a finger across her clit lightly, eliciting a fiery jerk of her body.
She groans, eyes darting to my driver ahead of us. “What about…he’s gonna see us,” she whispers.
“Don’t worry, he doesn’t see a thing. It’s part of his contract agreement, right Xavier?” I return, amused.
"Yes sir," the driver, Xavier, retorts keeping his eyes on the road.
“Still, we can’t….” she whispers hoarsely as my fingers flicker on her clit.