“Which room is his office?” Easton would ask, his hand on the backs of my legs acting as a pin to keep me in place over his arm while also fighting for my modesty by his careful positioning. My skin reposed to his fingertips displayed effortlessly on my figure, as I was growing quite comfortable to his touch.
“What? Why?” I interrogated, making sure that he was unaware of his true effect on me as I was far too upset with the ways of his loose lips to show any form of kindness towards him; even if he had just saved face in front of Chip.
“Believe me, I could stare at your ass like this all night, but the things I need to tell you shouldn’t be around prying ears…” He explained, trying the doorknobs of each room until happening to locate the office without my direction. But as I expected m
