EIGHTY ONE

Alexa’s POV

‘Honestly, I’d like you to get on my lap’.

His words hung deeply between us, I sat there breathing heavily as I tried my possible best to muster up the courage and confidence to actually get out of my seat and get on his lap. I swallowed and forced the lump that had formed in my throat down, all the while I continued to clench my thighs to put some much needed pressure ‘there’.

‘Come on, Alexa, you can do this’. I said to myself. ‘You can do this’.

I dragged in a deep and shuddering breath before slowly pushing my seat back and getting on my feet. I could feel his gaze on me as he watched my every mood, and knowing that he was watching me only made me for nervous, made me more…shy. I inched closer to him and I was glad that he put me out of my misery by taking my wrist and gently guiding me to straddle his lap.

I kept my head down and focused my gaze on the dark buttons of his shirt, on the pale skin of his chest peeking out of the undone buttons; I loved how his s