Page 45 of Enchanted Ventures

He’s respectful though. He always goes into his closet to change in and out of clothes. I’ve never seen him in his underwear. I’ve never even seen him without a shirt. Like a creeper, I peek into the gym when he works out, hoping toget a glimpse, but he always has a shirt on. I’m dying to get a look at his body.

He walks straight into his closet and quickly emerges in athletic shorts and a T-shirt, his sneakers in hand.

“Are you going to work out?” I’m trying to mask my disappointment. I want to spend time with him.

“I’d much rather bend you over and fuck you senseless, but the gym will have to do. For now.”

I think I’d like to be bent over and fucked senseless. IknowI would. “One week. One week until our business arrangement is over.”

“Yep. I’ve repeated that about a thousand times in my head today. Every day, for that matter.”

Me too. The sexual energy between us already has my body temperature rising. I’m so damn attracted to him.

I bite my lip. “Would you maybe be interested in getting a little creative with ournon-physicalarrangement?”

His eyebrow arches. “What do you have in mind?”

I look down, unable to make eye contact during what I’m about to say. “I have to admit, I’ve been…finger paintinga lot the past few weeks.”

He grumbles, “I’m going to set a world record forpolishing the banister.”

I look back up at him and smile that he’s feeling the same way. “What if I were to…finger paintwith you in the room, watching me, telling me what you want me to do?”

He takes a few deep breaths as the bulge in his shorts becomes more pronounced. “I’d say I’d like that very much.”

I remove my shirt, leaving me in a white lace bra. You can definitely see my nipples through it. They’re impossibly hard right now, practically poking through the fabric.

He stares at them, the bulge in his shorts now lookinglike it might burst out of its confines. I’m dying to touch him.

I slowly slide my skirt down, revealing the matching panties. He grabs his cock on the outside of his shorts and breathes, “Holy shit. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I seductively walk over to the bed, lay down on my back, and spread my legs open wide. “Tell me what you want me to do, Beckett.”

His hand is inside his shorts now. “Rub yourself over your panties. Tell me what you feel.”

I rub my panty-covered pussy. “It’s warm and wet. I can feel the wetness seeping through my panties. My clit is throbbing, begging to be touched.”

The hand not in his pants clenches as if he’s trying to control himself. “Slide your fingers into your panties.”

I do.

“What does it feel like?”

“Slippery. Warm. Needy. Swollen.”

I see sweat now covering his brow. Seeing the effect I have on him is turning me on even more.

“Take your fingers out.”

That surprises me, but I listen.

“Slide your fingers into your mouth.”

I do, putting on a show of licking them clean.

“Tell me, do you like to taste yourself?”

I nod. “I do.”

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