Heated moments.
They never seemed to dull in the slightest, and yet with everything he did to me, I couldn’t help but to let myself go and become excited.
He was a sex god, after all. A pleasure sent up from hell to devour me with every chance he got, or at least that was what I liked to tell myself. There was no way he was able to do this kind of stuff naturally.
It was positively sinful in every way.
“I want you to come with me to something tonight,” James replied as I watched him step from the shower, wrapped in a towel and dripping wet.
“Oh, yeah? Where’s that?” I still hadn’t had the chance to shower myself. I was still laid in his bed with the sheets draped over me and a satisfied haze clouding my mind.
“To a club,” he smirked.
Pausing for a moment, I stared at him with curiosity. “You don’t seem like the type to go clubbing, James.”
With a soft chuckle, he towel-dried his hair and walked closer to me. “Oh, it’s not the kind of club you are thinking of.”
