Building Pleasure (2)

GRACE

My eyes snapped open and I faced Mr. Powers' who had taken his seat beside me, with crossed arms.

A bit flushed at the thought that I was just arguing with myself about being horny for him, I shook my head.

"I was just talking to myself." I smiled, my head looking straight ahead at the stage the next second.

I listened to the MC as he talked.

But my focus was soon swiped away when I felt a warm hand on my bare thigh. As the hand slowly trailed my skin, my centre felt a tickle. My mouth became dry as my body reacted to his lingering, warm touch.

It was taking every nerve in my system to resist jerking in reaction to what he was doing. Because not only was my centre ticklish, it was at attention and it was craving.

And it was all because of his touch.

I still couldn't turn to look at Mr. Power. Especially when his masculine scent hit my nose stronger than before. He leaned in very close and his light breath ticked the back of my ear as he exhaled. That simple yet triggerin