Oops!
The way his lips have this eensy weensy curve like an almost-smirk makes me realize I've been staring at his chest rather dreamily for quite some time...and that he's been watching me do it from the very start.
Busted, 3.0.
I can only look at him sheepishly at this point. "Sorry."
"For staring? Or for taking a photo of me?"
He's purring again, and my heart races away at the sound of it. I may be boyfriend-less since birth, but I know when someone's flirting with me, and I just want to pinch myself.
Mr. Mine!
Flirting!
Me!
Lust gushes out of me, and all I can do is hurriedly snap my legs close under the table. This has never happened to me before, and as shameless as it is to want this, but I really hope there comes a day I can tell him the truth.
I just think it would be cute, awesome, and kinky if I could one day tell Mr. Mine that he once asked me to do the impossible. I want to be able to whisper into his ear, I'm sorry, Mr. Mine. I really do want to obey you, but it's just impossible to be not wet when you're around.
One day, maybe.
I'll have a chance to say that.
But since I'm not that confident just yet—-
I look at him from under my lashes, which is my first attempt to flirt back, ever. "Which do you think I should apologize for?"
Tiger-gold eyes gleam at me, and all I know of grammar goes poof because I. IS. SWOONING.
"I don't mind the former," Mr. Mine says lazily, "but the latter could get you arrested...maybe even killed."
I start to laugh...but stop when he seems utterly serious. "Uh..."
"You'll just have to trust me on this."
Oh, phew.
I really thought he was serious for a moment there, but I think we're flirting still, and so I bite my lip like he has me terribly worried. "I don't think so."
He leans even closer, and my lungs threaten to collapse as his scent envelopes me.
"Why not?"
"Because you strike me as the dangerous type."
"If that's what you think..." Mr. Mine gently runs his knuckles down my cheek as he speaks, and it's all I can do not to gasp and shiver.
"Then you're absolutely right. I'm not someone good or nice. I'm bad in every unimaginable way there is—-"
He looks at me under his extraordinarily long lashes, and my inner folds ache and swell.
"But we both know it's all those things as well that has your pussy crying out for my dick."
Holy, holy, holy...fuck-a-holey.
I can't believe he just said that, but on the other hand, it also feels very much like him to say the words, and while I know these things are supposed to scare and offend good girls like me—-