His eyes scan my breasts, and I reach to cover them almost instinctively. It takes less than a second for his hands to snatch mine down so he can stare.
Ipussy have big boobs, but big enough to need a bra. His eyes devour them, and he licks his lips again before releasing my wrists. I stay still as he slides his fingers around my waist and pulls my body flush against his.
The denim of his jeans is rough around my legs. I try not to enjoy the warmth of his hips and stomach against me. “Getting warmer, little flower. I want to see it all.”
Ibeg him with my eyes because the words are lodged in my throat. Please. Don’t make me do this. He levels me with the same blank, heated stare. He doesn’t care, and he’s not going to cut me any slack.
If I want that twenty-five thousand, he’s going to
