82 82. Carriage Cabin [M]

Thud!

"Ouch!" I wince as my head comes in hard contact with the top of the carriage cabin.

"How did we come to this?" Elian lays at the corner of the seat, slightly cramped but I get a generous view of his pecs and the abs that run down? What does this man do at work that he's packing all that? He reaches out, and rubs the spot where I hit my head with a sharp chuckle of disbelief.

"This is not going the way I'd assumed it would." He tells me in a languid tone, as he stares in a daze at my bare chest in front of him as I crouch over him. He licks his lips, entranced with the sight in front of him. A hand extends out and tweaks at my pebbled nipple sharply, flicking against it. A small 'eek' escapes inadvertently from my mouth thanks to the act and I look down in surprise. He looks back up at me in an unfocused daze, hand still absently playing with my nipple. I breathe heavily.