Ace's hands are caressing my thigh in an up and down motion. I am sitting on his lap, facing him as I hook my hands at the back of his neck. My lips are busy colliding with his, savoring the sweetness of his mouth.
I am already working for him for almost two months now. To be honest, I don't feel like I'm still a janitress. I think my work as a 'janitress' only serves as a front to cover up my real business here.
His hand is on the back of my waist, supporting my body, while the other one is on my breast, skillfully playing with it. He sensually bit my lower lip before pulling away from our kiss.
I was lightheaded when our eyes met. Mine looks weak and dizzy while he's still burning with desires-- as if the flame inside him is endless-- unextinguished.
"Should I still be here later
