ROYAL LUST

BLURB “What are you doing?” Christian questioned closing the door behind him. “Cleaning?” It came out as a question but mainly because I was confused by his question. “Oh, let me rephrase that,” he stopped a few inches away from me, his hot breath blowing on my face, numbing my lithe body. He pushed me against the mahogany office table, his hands trailing up my thigh, a series of sensations pulsating in my core. I hissed when his hand stopped just up my mid-thigh, his deep blue orbs grazed with lust that made my breath hitch. He leaned in and my first thought was; he was going to kiss me, finally but instead he dipped to whisper in my right ear. “What are you doing to me Bailey?” he finished as all the air suddenly flew out of my lungs.