don’t understand; a look I can’t read.
‘Who said anything about playing fair?’
I hook my fingers into the sides of my panties and push them down, just a little, and he’s watching. And that’s making me wet again, I can feel it, and I ache to touch it, to bring myself to another wonderful, nerve-jangling climax but I stop myself. It can wait, until I’m back home and truly alone. Make him crazy, mess with his head – I remember what I was told; what I was taught.
‘Y’know, there are names for girls like you.’
I smile and push my panties down a touch further, almost enough for him to be able to see what I know he wants to see. ‘Am I teasing your cock just a bit too much, Mr. President?’
‘Jesus Christ…’
He turns his head away and runs a hand across the back of his neck. He’s sweating, I can see it on his skin, and that turns me on even more. So I push my panties down as far as they can go and kick them away. I’m naked. As the day I was born. And I want him to look at me now. I want him to see it all, I want him to do that.
‘Baby, you have no idea what you’re doing. No fucking idea…’
He looks at me, his eyes scanning me up and down, lingering on my hips and thighs and I feel almost liberated, in a warped kind of way. I don’t know. But I like it. Even though I know I’m pushing a man whose limits I have yet to discover.
‘I know exactly what I’m doing.’ I breathe out the words as I lock eyes with him, holding his gaze. It’s working. He’s coming closer, and now he’s right up in my face and I can feel his breath on my skin, his hand against my face; his thumb stroking my cheek.
‘I don’t think you do,’ he whispers, and I feel as though someone’s kicked me hard in the stomach.
My heart’s beating so fast now, and it’s so loud he must be able to hear it, too. Have I pushed him too far too soon? Have I? Have I pushed myself ? Because I want him to kiss me; I want him to do that. And the thought makes my stomach both flip and turn. I’m really not sure who I am anymore. And the fact there are times when I cease to care is utterly terrifying.
He’s so close to me now, one hand up against the wall by my head, the other still resting against my cheek, but I want him to move it. I’ve regained control and I don’t want him touching me anymore. It’s confusing. And that’s something else I wasn’t prepared for – the confusion. ‘I’m going home.’ I need time to think. I need his help, that’s all. Just his help. And once the job is done I can leave here and go home, and try and rebuild my shattered life.
‘You ain’t going nowhere, darlin’.’
He moves closer still, and I feel my heart literally stop, just for the briefest of seconds, and I feel that control start to evaporate all over again. I’m breathless as I wait for his lips to touch mine because I really do want that. I think. I don’t know. But it doesn’t happen. Instead, he laughs quietly, a deep, low sound that shakes me to my core, and at that very moment in time I want to wrap my legs around him and feel him fuck me so hard I forget everything else that’s happening. For a few, messed-up minutes I want to forget the plan. I just want to forget. But he’s taken that option off the table by pulling away from me, leaving me more confused than ever. But I’m also relieved. I’ve just stood here in front of this man, naked and vulnerable and he did no more than touch my cheek. That tells me a lot about Mack Slayer. More than he probably realizes.
‘Let me go home,’ I say quietly, because I’m tired now. I really need to sleep.
He reaches out and takes my hand, his fingers curling around mine and I make no attempt to break free. ‘I can’t let you do that, Izzi.’
‘You can’t keep me here against my will, either.’
‘It’s too dangerous, darlin’.’
I finally tug my hand free of his and start to get dressed. ‘I can look after myself.’
‘I’m not saying you
‘Who said anything about playing fair?’
I hook my fingers into the sides of my panties and push them down, just a little, and he’s watching. And that’s making me wet again, I can feel it, and I ache to touch it, to bring myself to another wonderful, nerve-jangling climax but I stop myself. It can wait, until I’m back home and truly alone. Make him crazy, mess with his head – I remember what I was told; what I was taught.
‘Y’know, there are names for girls like you.’
I smile and push my panties down a touch further, almost enough for him to be able to see what I know he wants to see. ‘Am I teasing your cock just a bit too much, Mr. President?’
‘Jesus Christ…’
He turns his head away and runs a hand across the back of his neck. He’s sweating, I can see it on his skin, and that turns me on even more. So I push my panties down as far as they can go and kick them away. I’m naked. As the day I was born. And I want him to look at me now. I want him to see it all, I want him to do that.
‘Baby, you have no idea what you’re doing. No fucking idea…’
He looks at me, his eyes scanning me up and down, lingering on my hips and thighs and I feel almost liberated, in a warped kind of way. I don’t know. But I like it. Even though I know I’m pushing a man whose limits I have yet to discover.
‘I know exactly what I’m doing.’ I breathe out the words as I lock eyes with him, holding his gaze. It’s working. He’s coming closer, and now he’s right up in my face and I can feel his breath on my skin, his hand against my face; his thumb stroking my cheek.
‘I don’t think you do,’ he whispers, and I feel as though someone’s kicked me hard in the stomach.
My heart’s beating so fast now, and it’s so loud he must be able to hear it, too. Have I pushed him too far too soon? Have I? Have I pushed myself ? Because I want him to kiss me; I want him to do that. And the thought makes my stomach both flip and turn. I’m really not sure who I am anymore. And the fact there are times when I cease to care is utterly terrifying.
He’s so close to me now, one hand up against the wall by my head, the other still resting against my cheek, but I want him to move it. I’ve regained control and I don’t want him touching me anymore. It’s confusing. And that’s something else I wasn’t prepared for – the confusion. ‘I’m going home.’ I need time to think. I need his help, that’s all. Just his help. And once the job is done I can leave here and go home, and try and rebuild my shattered life.
‘You ain’t going nowhere, darlin’.’
He moves closer still, and I feel my heart literally stop, just for the briefest of seconds, and I feel that control start to evaporate all over again. I’m breathless as I wait for his lips to touch mine because I really do want that. I think. I don’t know. But it doesn’t happen. Instead, he laughs quietly, a deep, low sound that shakes me to my core, and at that very moment in time I want to wrap my legs around him and feel him fuck me so hard I forget everything else that’s happening. For a few, messed-up minutes I want to forget the plan. I just want to forget. But he’s taken that option off the table by pulling away from me, leaving me more confused than ever. But I’m also relieved. I’ve just stood here in front of this man, naked and vulnerable and he did no more than touch my cheek. That tells me a lot about Mack Slayer. More than he probably realizes.
‘Let me go home,’ I say quietly, because I’m tired now. I really need to sleep.
He reaches out and takes my hand, his fingers curling around mine and I make no attempt to break free. ‘I can’t let you do that, Izzi.’
‘You can’t keep me here against my will, either.’
‘It’s too dangerous, darlin’.’
I finally tug my hand free of his and start to get dressed. ‘I can look after myself.’
‘I’m not saying you
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