Daxton’s POV
I follow Lilian through the open office toward a small room at the back that seems to be their kitchen area. As we walk, my eyes drop to her ass that’s hugged tightly in the knee length pencil skirt. Dammit, why does she have to be my type? I’m a total ass man and hers has taunted me for six years, each time I’m hit with just how much I’d like to sink my teeth into one of those firm mounds.
Pushing open the door, she sashays her way to the coffee pot and opens a cupboard above to pull out a mug. Placing it on the counter she fills it with the hot liquid before moving to the side and bending down to open the under counter fridge giving me a perfect view of her backside. Kill me now God, because this is more torture than I can bear.
Straightening up, she drops a dash of milk
