“Let go of me, someone is coming,” Daisy whispered within the kiss and gently pushed Emidio away. He raised his brows, wondering why she would do that.
“So? You never pushed me away at the party,” Emidio backed himself up, making her chuckle.
She inhaled his perfume and smiled. “I did push you away. Had I allowed you to be free, you would have spoiled that beautiful dress at the party,” Daisy teased and danced while speaking. She knew where to hit to push his buttons.
“What do I do with you?” Emidio asked her while chuckling as well. They were pushing each other’s buttons, although he wasn’t going to rip her dress later on. He knew she was still sore after their last intercourse, even though she was standing.
“You could tie me up on the bed and…”
“Please, Daisy, stop,” Emidio immediately chirped in and shushed her. She wasn’t supposed to be turning him on, knowing that she couldn’t handle it.
