I bit my lower lip as my eyes try to focus on the man in front of me. He just finished licking off my juices that coated his middle finger. And I have no idea why the hell that looked so hot from my perspective.
He smiles at me after finally getting the satisfaction concerning what happened just moments ago.
I look away as I try to process everything. The whiskey's effect on me has somehow vanished after I felt the heavenly explosion due to the reason that my boss finger f****d the hell out of me.
What was I thinking? Oh, my God.
"Am I supposed to apologize now?" My gaze met his when I heard his voice, pulling me out of my not-so-distant thoughts.
At some point, I know that there's a part of me that clearly wanted it. I clearly wanted him to do that for me and I have no alibis or excu
