Abigail
"I'm not here for you tonight."
I barely managed to force those words out when turned me to face him abruptly. I had managed to tune my voice into the barbie one I adopted but the longer I stayed here, the more I was in danger of falling into him and burying myself in his strong, manly scent.
A hot shiver ran through me when my eyes fell on his unbuttoned white shirt. His tattoos peeked from under it, showing off his ripped torso.
My teeth sunk into my bottom lip holding back a soft, pliant moan that threatened to slip. His hand flexed on my waist, making me look up at the black mask and those green eyes burning behind it.
"Is that so?" He rasped, tracing his thumb in a slow circle at my hip through the silk dress. My skin lit up under his touch. "Then why are you wearing that dress?"
"I wear dresses like any normal person," I beamed at him, ignoring the way my pussy gushed just from his fingers teasing my sides.
