A Peek at What's Inside...

 

 

…“Would you please come over here and sit down?” He was definitely feeling sheepish now, wholly unused to being waited upon, and by a virtual stranger, no less.

“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice little more than a lilting murmur.

But rather than sit on the plush, deep cushions of the huge chair across the sitting area from him, she did something else entirely.

She knelt on the carpet before him.

His desire was already awakened just at the sight of her lithe limbs folding beneath her, the flat, taut belly revealed by the midriff-baring top. Her shorts were pulled so far up her lush thighs that they seemed little more than a line of fabric where beautiful leg met curving hip.

His heart was galloping along nicely now, his cock an iron ridge between his legs, protesting loudly at the constriction of his jeans. He suddenly didn’t care if she saw it either. Why would he worry about such a thing at a surreal Satyricon of a place like this?

Besides, it’s just the job.

If only he had any real hope of convincing himself of that anymore.

“What… are you doing?” He whispered it, almost to himself, his gaze locked upon the vision of her stunning beauty.

Her smile was as bright and mischievous as it was irresistible.

“Waiting for you to decide what to do with me.” Her eyes sparkled as she said it, the deep blue of her gaze something that had an almost magnetic power on him.

He knew his mouth practically fell open, but he was momentarily stunned — despite the surge of arousal at her implication.

Remember the job, Eldon. We don’t do the hookers, and we don’t do the blow.

But that didn’t mean we acted like uptight dickwads either. Not if we wanted to live through our assignment.

He stood up from the couch, taking a step closer, the sunshine brilliant all around them as he looked down upon the kneeling creature. Her gaze followed him as he stalked nearer. He noted that what he’d originally thought was a single piece top was in fact a button-up, a tiny row of buttons the same color as the fabric running up the center of her chest.

“Open it.”

Don’t do this.

She took a sharp breath, but the bursts of color at her cheeks were her only sign of surprise at his order. He had no idea what he was doing, but something about this place, about the atmosphere all around… it was affecting him. Maybe even changing him.

Or perhaps it was simply revealing what was there all along.

As he watched her fingers working each button slowly loose, inside that small, quiet voice was pleading with him to stop this, that once this door within him was opened, it couldn’t be closed again.

You’re the good guys. They don’t do this.

Gently, she pulled the top open, her breasts spilling forth…