YOO-MI’s POV
“Okay,” Vernon said softly and removed his shirt again throwing back on the floor. I could see the lust in his eyes and I swallowed heavily.
You can do this Yoo-Mi, for Josh.
“Come here,” he said and I walked closer and stopped right in front of him.
He patted his lap. “Closer,” he said, his voice a dark, dangerous timbre. Trench-deep.
He reached out a hand and grasped my wrist. And then with a tug, I am on his lap.
“I won’t let you fall.” He whispered, a hot breath in my ear.
He tilted his head and dragged his gaze slowly, languidly over me, taking his time running to my shoulder, down the sweep of my long brown hair, lingering on the shadowed cleavage between my breasts which I purposedly opened two buttons of my blouse for him to see it, for me to seduce him.
My chest rising and falling madly, frantically with every pant, every rasp of my laboured breaths.
“What do you want baby?”
“I want you.” I said and a faint smile appeared on his lips.