Hostage

A week later, Amaya reached over the pedestal to turn off her alarm. Her butt unintentionally brushed against Tresh’s crouch who grabbed her waist bringing her back to the bed. She landed right on top of him, her butt now directly over his manhood “Morning” he murmured softly kissing her ear and fiddling with her breast.

Amaya gasped knowing too well what would follow. Too familiar with the smell of his cologne, the contours of his sexy body, every detail of his tattooed chest and his very responsive manhood. The 48hours she initially intended to spend with him ended up being seven days which they spent most of in bed but she could not stay away from work any longer. “I have to go” she said, attempting to get off him.

“Do you have to?” he asked with a hoarse voice, pulling her back, already aroused. His breath touched her ear, send