Flesh: The Complete Series
“You can relax. I’m not going to hurt you.” He stops right in front of me. Provocatively close. Our legs are almost touching. My eyes are resting on his crotch, but I’m staring more through it than at it. Shit, I’m starting to shut down. The intensity of the situation is too much for me, and we haven’t even started yet. “Unless you want me to.”
“No. That’s alright.” I shake my head, my mouth feeling like a desert. I’m pretty sure he sucked all the air and moisture out of the room when he stepped inside. Except for the moisture between my legs. There’s definitely something going on down there, which is why it’s imperative that I keep them closed. This stupid lingerie is so sheer that he’d probably be able to see it.
“What’s your name, beautiful?”
I feel his fingertips press beneath my chin, lifting my face up to look at him. His touch is soft yet demanding, and it sends electricity pulsing through me, perking my nipples. I don’t want him to see what he’s doing to me. But if that’s really the case, then why am I even here?
“Janice,” I lie. It’s not my name. It’s not even the fake name I had planned to use. I wanted to be Angel, but that went out the window the moment that he touched me. It was like my brain dripped into a puddle of mush on the floor, and all I could recall was my roommate’s name. Internally, I curse myself for saying it—wonder why that was the best I could come up with. Now I’m going to have to listen to him calling me her name throughout the entire session.
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