Aria
Smirking, I trail my fingers down his abs to the bulge in his pants. He stiffens immediately, letting out a low growl.
“What the f**k are you doing?”
“Proving I’m in control now,” I purr, giving his hard c**k a slow rub. He arches his back, his grip tightening on my waist.
“f**k, Aria, you’re playing a dangerous game,” he grits out.
“I like dangerous games,” I tease, pressing my body even closer.
He yanks himself away, panting hard. “Stop it. Don’t make me lose it.”
“But that’s what I want.’'
He grabs a towel from the hanger, muttering under his breath. “I’m going to shower.”
“Can I come?”
“Aria…” He turns to me, half laughing, half exasperated. “What the hell has gotten into you?”
“What? Can’t handle a flirty me?” I sass back, crossing my arms.
He’s on me in a flash, wrap
