Chapitre 312: Taste Of Leisure Life *

Her hand slowly slithered down his chest to rest on his belly. Her fingers stroked along the hem of his shirt that had ridden up his body. It was distracting as hell. 

"So, what do you want to name it?" he asked, clearing his throat as he watched her fingers dance over his skin. "We must remain serious about this topic."

The vixen got down on her knees and traced the outline of his semi-hard length through the pants he wore and looked up at him. Batting her eyelashes, she spoke. "I think I need to inspect it closely to come to a conclusion." Her tone was evil but her eyes innocent. She extended a single finger and poked at it. "I think he is shy."

Cage made a face, offended. "Shy?" And she was seriously treating it like a worm, poking at it without any intention to finish what she started.

Her head raised and she looked at him. "Yes," she challenged. A thrill went through his body. If she wanted to play, he would gladly tag along.