Chapter 7: Tabletop Adventures

“I-I-I really n-need to get h-home,” I stuttered, cursing myself for it mentally. Not again!

“Oh? You want to continue on your kitchen counter instead?” he whispered huskily, breath fanning the back of my neck. “Or would you like that table in your living room?” I shivered. Did he memorize every scene of my erotica stories? Especially the ones with him as my inspiration?

“Excited are we?” he chuckled as my nipples strained through my bra, pebbling at his touch. I really was a goner when it came to him.

“No… oooh!” Damn that bastard! He knew I was about to say no and decided to...