Page 155 of Torrid Passion
Shit, shit, shit.
I’m nearly out of breath and my shaky legs are barely holding my weight, but quickly, I find my voice. “Fine. Good. Very good,” I babble. “I’m almost done.”
“Did you find a few items you liked?” Nadya asks.
I struggle to stand straight, placing a hand over my heart, willing it to stop beating so freaking fast. “A lot.”
“So we’ll bring him down to his knees?” she asks.
We already have.
“I think so.”
“I’m pleased!” Nadya exclaims. “I knew you would. At French Appliqué, we aim to please.”
And you do itreally, really, really well.
“Yeah.”
“I’ll wait for you at the cash desk. Take your time.”
“Yes. Thanks.”
I close my eyes, relieved Nadya is still oblivious to the last few perverted minutes I just shared with the man I simply can’t get enough of. The one who’s pulling the bad girl out of me.
My Loki.
When I look back down at my screen, he’s staring at me, his gaze intense.
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You’re fucking perfect. I wish I was there to lick your fingers. And your dripping pussy.
My breath hitches.
I’m calling the shop right now. Tonight I’ll reward you for playing. You get to sit on my face while I finger your ass.
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I can only nod in response.
