Page 83 of Miss Trust

He put his hands on my hips and moved close to my body, sniffing my neck and kissing beneath my ear. “I need to know something.”

“Mm-hm?” At this point I’d tell him anything he wanted to hear.

“Are you still wet? Is my cum dripping from you this morning? It’s all I can think about.”

Jesus. Did I just whimper? I took his lips, kissing him as if my daughter and her nanny weren’t sitting on the other side of the door.

He was the one to put a stop to the madness. A good thing, too, as I’d been about to set my ass up on the shelf and ask him to fuck me between the Rice Krispies and Cheerios.

“What are you doing to me?” His breathing was harsh, mirroring mine.

“I don’t know. This is insane.”

“Agreed. Also I’m going to need you to stop rubbing against my erection if I ever hope to leave this pantry.”

“Oops.” I hadn’t realized I was doing it.

He chuckled, grabbing my ass. “Here I was just hoping to cop a feel. I have to head to Vegas today.”

Damn. Disappointment hit me hard. “Okay.” I tried for a nonchalant tone.

“What do you think about coming with me?”