Chapter Fifty Nine

Leila

" I really want you in a sundress today, i love the pencil skirts you wear. They do fantastic things to one of my favorite parts of you, but they have also been torturing me." Michael says as he hangs up my shirt up neatly.

Lately i have been wearing aloot of pencils skirts and blouses because of the offices i go to, i need to look more official.

" How? Why?" i ask teasingly

" They don't do this."

Watching me with heated eyes, he drew the end of my bathrobe up. It made a brushing sound against his jeans as i bared my thighs to the cool air. His palm scraped up the outside of my leg, paused at my lip and reached behind me to squeeze my rear, making need shock through my body.

Without asking or waiting he slipped his hand over my hip and down to my pelvis. Daring fingertips threaded through and massaged my sex.

My skin burned where he touched me, and my knees weakened. I braced myself against his shoulders.

"That's my girl," he whispered as he leaned down to kiss me.

The taste of