258 My Scent On You *

"Everywhere," he swore under his breath. He watched as she eyed his cock with hunger in her eyes. The point of her attention was standing at attention, waiting for her to lavish more.

"See how happy I am?" he smirked.

She mumbled something that he couldn't hear. But the smile she gave as she reached down to the hem of the shirt and sliding it away from her body, revealing all of her skin left him breathless. "The shirt smells like you," she said, smiling softly.

"I love that my scent is on you." You could see how hot and bother he was.

"I've been pretending like you are here," she confessed, her voice almost a whisper. 

"You can't imagine how much I want that to be true," he groaned.

"We have no one interrupting us now," she sounded evil. The wickedness in her eyes made him laugh. "Whatever do you want to do to me?" She tilted her head and trailed her finger down her sternum.