9 Chapter 9

Novak stepped onto the carpet and positioned himself before me, so close that my erection stabbed his firm belly. Within seconds, the bottom of his T-shirt grew damp with the juice leaking from my cock-head. He used his fingertips to caress my shoulders and arms, feather-light strokes that sent shivers of longing from my head to my toes. Eventually, his fingers ventured onto my chest. He traced the defined ridges of my breastbone, toyed with the sparse brown hair growing in the center, and tweaked my nipples into hard points. The deep moans of desire that issued from his throat vibrated through me, making me tingle.

I gulped. “Evidently my body meets with your approval.”