Only A Mistress?

“Do I still make you nervous?” He questioned while taking a predatory step toward her. Renai’s teeth ground as she prepared herself for his close proximity.

“Your eyes flickering everywhere but not at me because every time you look into my eyes, I steal your breaths,” He halted two steps before her but she was still in his range. His eyes were boring holes in her plump lower-lip.

He pressed his index finger on her stomach, “Do I still make this stomach of yours endure butterflies?” His tone was laced with deep authority and charming hush.

That finger trailed up till the valley of her chest and halted on the swell of her left breast. “Does that fragile heart still thump in your chest over my mention?” He cupped the swell and took a step ahead. Renai felt the urge to slap away his hand but restrained because of knowing the consequences.

“Speak to me, make me known of your mystery, does your body still react to my presence, my sugar?” His eyes kept glued to her lower lip that was slig