Elara'S POV
Lysander stood behind me with his arms outstretched on either side of mine as he helped me aim the handgun at the target. We’d spent two hours going over safety and handling. Now we were onto how to actually fire the thing. His nearness wasn’t helping with my concentration. Neither was the hard-on pressed to my lower back.
“Relax your shoulders,” he said. “Don’t lock your elbows.”
“How am I supposed to remember all this with you grinding against me?”
His breath warmed my ear. “I can’t help it. You look too f*****g sexy holding a gun.”
He nuzzled my neck.
I rubbed my ass against him at the same time as I said, “You’re fired. I need a new instructor.”
Lysander chuckled. “Why don’t we f**k against that wall to clear our heads?”
He sucked on my earlobe, and I moaned. Right
