DON’T TEASE ME
To say that from the moment he’d left, Serena was awaiting his return would be an understatement. Every fiber in her body was poised. Posed. Hungry. The tension and desire ran through her, all the way down to her toes and fingertips. How long could she stand his games? How long could the lust build, she wondered?
—“Wear these for me today, princess.” Martin had said, handing her the silky bundle. “I want you to think of me all day as the ribbons brush the backs of your ass. As they play with your thighs.”
His ridiculously charming grin warned her that he’d come up with yet another way to tease her openly. To stoke her fire and keep him on her mind.
—“And babe?" He continued.
—“Yes?"She answered, as calmly as she could
How well he knew her. She knew he was certain that within hours she would excuse herself to a locked bathroom, where she’d ease her deep wet want—with the swirling rhythm only her fingers knew by heart. Serena closed her eyes and swayed where she stood. The ends of the silk bow, neatly tying her panties, flicked her thighs again…just as Martin promised it would. That bow was just begging to be untied.
Serena didn’t hesitate.