Eshe opens her eyes when she feels his thumb run along her bottom lip, his tongue sliding over his bottom lip as his eyes stay glued to her mouth.
“Not yet," Eshe squeezes her thighs shut at his breathy tone, “but thank you for letting me know I have permission." He smirks, kissing her forehead before unbuckling his seat-belt and getting out of the car. Retrieving her bags from the backseat as she silently throws a tantrum in her head, she slides her hands down her face and shakes it off.
~ Ugghh I can't believe he didn't kiss me. I hope I didn't look stupid. But damn, his word game is on point. I completely understand how women end up throwing themselves at him. ~
She sighs with frustration before pushing her door open and climbing out of the car, slamming it shut behind her as Dami
