Nick hadn't even touched her yet and moisture was
already gathering between her thighs. Rissa did what he said, supporting
herself with her forearms, her breasts brushing the desktop. She knew she made
quite a sight—backside front and centre, her skirt barely covering it, her legs
slightly apart to maintain her balance.
Rissa jumped a bit when Nick's finger made contact
with the back of her thigh. It was a flame licking her skin as it travelled
upwards from the edge of her stocking to the hem of her skirt. His body closed
in on hers, his chest touching her back.
“This skirt is very short,” he said softly in her ear.
“But it'll have to come up if you want the right sound.”
Was she doing this to preserve her cover? Or to see how
far it went and where he'd lead her? She didn't know anymore. Nor did she care
at the moment.
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All the best,
Ria
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