Playful Smirk Novels & Stories

A slow, playful smirk crept across his lips, hinting at a private joke or an unspoken thought, revealing his enjoyment of the moment's tension. "Well, well, little bird," he drawled, a playful smirk dancing on his lips, his voice thick with amusement as he leaned back in his chair. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the office window, casting a warm glow that highlighted the laughter in his eyes. "Didn’t realize I’d gotten myself a new secretary."

And as a very satisfied smirk plays around the corner of my mouth, she only but smiles at me, “Wipe that smirk off your face.” Not hiding it for one moment, I only but confidently smile back at her, “What smirk?” “The one that screams I am going to have sex.” I cannot help but burst out laughing at her, “I did not know you get a sex smirk.” “Well, you do now.” “Then I am happy to have one on my face.” With the heat only but building between our anticipating bodies, she leans even closer, “If you are not careful I will put something else on your face.”

I say with a toothy grin on my face. He laughs and pat my hair. "Good girl! " he cooed. "And you will enjoy me too " he says and smirk.

“Since you have nothing better to do with your mouth, why don't you do something productive and suck my dick?” I just smiled sweetly. “My pleasure.” I won.

An almost imperceptible smirk appeared on his face as he replied. [She's always been well-behaved. Now, enjoy the show.]

“And what the hell are you laughing at?” His expression faltered, giving way for a smile to tug at one side of his lip, exposing an attractive dimple on his cheek. “Then I'm just that hot.” He smirked, sounding so self assured. Like being hot was the only reasonable explanation for my flushed face. Tired of watching the effect of his teasing on my face, I turned to face him, pulling up an unbothered look to the best of my ability. “What does anything have to do with you being hot?”

I smirk again, a dark satisfaction settling in my chest. "Mission begins!" I whisper right away with a buoyant smirk all over my face.

He takes his forefinger away, releasing my lips before he returns my smile with a heart - stopping smile of his own. My smile falls off my lips as my heart actually stops for a nanosecond. “ You are smiling. ” I speak in a robotic tone and as an instant response he stops smiling. “ I mean you actually smiled. Not in that - ” I copy his smirk letting the left side of my lips curl up. “ smirk kind of way. You actually smiled like - ” I let the smirk drop and smile at him to explain how he just actually smiled at something.

Then, he smirked. The bastard actually smirked. And no, it wasn't those little shy boyish smirks that wannabe thrift-store leather boys wear to look cool. It was a full-blown smirk. Teeth and all. Like he knew something juicy I didn't. My eyes narrowed to slits.

playful. A dark smirk crossed his face, and he let out a guttural sound. "You'll regret taking my cigarette, Ava," he growled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. But I was not afraid. Instead, I smirked, feeling a thrill of excitement. "I'm shaking in my boots, Dylan," I teased. Dylan's eyes narrowed, his face inches from mine. "You should be," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine. “Because by the time I'm done with you, you'd also shake on your legs.”