บท 148: headache

"You have been a bad girl,hmm? Close the door," comes his husky voice.

And here went her motivation to stand against him. She was here to argue with him, saying how she doesn't need a guard but as soon as she heard his voice and noticed how he was looking, her legs started to turn into jelly.

It has been a long time since he touched her. Her insides were aching for his touch.

She wanted to run her lips all over his exposed collarbones, chest and face.

She wanted to sit between his spread legs and ride him till they both forget why they decided to meet in the first place.

After closing the door, she stands there without doing anything.

Taking in his alluring state.

The buttons of his shirt were undone. His hair seemed messy and wet, as if he just got out of shower.

His one veiny hand resting on his one thigh while the other was holding a glass of wine.

His lips glittering from the liquid.