Following my line of sight, Mr. Too Gorgeous for
his own good sees my bag and things scattered along
the concrete as well. Bending down, he takes his time
placing each item back in my bag one at a time. I let out
a soft growl as I watch him taking extra care with my
lingerie, fingering the delicate lace before letting it fall
from his large hands.
My dirty mind goes into overdrive and my sex
heats up, wishing those hands of his were busy
fingering certain needy parts of my body as well. If he
wasn’t such an arrogant jackass, I might contemplate
taking his body for a test drive. Beyond a doubt, he has
the whole bad boy, make-your-panties-wet-with-one-
look thing down to a science.
Rising to his full height, he easily towers over me
by at least a foot, making my five foot, four inches
small and insignificant. I need to say something along
the lines of, “thanks,” but my gaze is glued to his lips.
They are full and taunting me to reach out and nibble
on them. I wonder what he tastes like. With lips like
those, I would say dark chocolate or something exotic
and syrupy sweet.
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