ADAM'S POINT OF VIEW
“Mr. Bourne?”
“Yes, Adam?”
“Can I please touch you, sir?” I dare to ask in a pleading voice, and his smile turns into an alluring smirk.
“Of course, you can...” He trails off, and I smile big, but the alluring smirk that turns into a mischievous one tells me that my happiness will be short-lived.
“But... only my chest. If you go lower than my chest, or any other part of my body, I will stop any contact. Intentional or unintentional. And you never know when I’ll switch positions.” My smile drops instantly and I can see in his devilish eyes, which look at me expectantly, that he’s enjoying torturing me.
“What it’s gonna be pretty boy?” His voice is one of pure satisfaction, and his raised eyebrows accentuate the amusement in his hazel eyes, amusement that he gets f
