Michael.
Laura backtracks until her back hits the wall. She gulps hard, eyes on me.
“I do not want you here.” She spits out, trying to maintain a cold look, but she woefully fails.
The hammering of her heart betrays her, just as the look in her eyes.
“Why shouldn't I, Malishka?” I ask, taunting her with my smirk as I close in on her.
The cool night breeze comes in through the window, whispering softly on my skin.
The fact that I'm bare-chested, only covered by the apron, doesn't seem to be helping her because her eyes keep wandering down my chest and n*****s peeking through the apron.
“Tell me why I shouldn't be here, little flame. Just one good reason and I'll be gone.” My voice has deepened into a sultry tone.
Down in my pants, my c**k has become highly rigid, ready to pr
