Dangerous Fling (Dangerous Noise 4)

"Yeah… to, um… well… the other video." I stare back at him. "Unless you have another idea about how we should spend our afternoon."

9

Mal

I have a head full of ideas about how we should spend the afternoon.

I'm incredibly tempted to wrap my arms around Lacey's hips and pull her into my lap.

I'm incredibly tempted to push that cute pink dress to her waist. To tear off her panties and stroke her to orgasm.

To pin her to this couch, shimmy out of my jeans, and drive my cock inside her.

I'm just as tempted to kiss her.

I'm not sure if I'm thinking with my cock or my heart or my fucking curiosity.

But I know I'm not thinking with my head.

Her pretty brown eyes are fixed on mine.

Her lips part with a please fuck me sigh.

Damn, I need to stop taking in all the need in her posture or I'm going to give in to my cock's demands before my head is satisfied.

"You want to work here or—" I motion to the kitchen counter.

Or we could work upstairs. In my bed. Naked.

Fuck, I'm more patient than this.

"Hmmm. Here is probably best." She shifts in her seat, planting her feet on the ground. "I'm not sure the shock of being hired to direct a Dangerous Noise video has actually settled in."

Fuck, she really is cute. I nod. "Sure." I let my hand brush hers as I push myself to my feet. I bring her laptop from the counter to the couch. "You want tea?"

"That would be great." She looks up at me with a needy expression. "Thanks, Mal."

"Don't mention it." I keep one eye on her as I move into the kitchen and fix two cups of green tea. There was a tin of jasmine tea in her apartment. She might find this sencha too grassy. But something tells me Lacey likes trying new things.

Fuck, I hope she likes trying things.

She keeps one eye on me as she works on her laptop. Her fingers tap her exposed thigh. She's nervous.

About the video?

Or about being alone with me?

Both, maybe.

I bring our teas to the couch and hand one to Lacey.

"Thank you." She wraps her fingers around the handle and brings the mug to her lips. Her eyelids flutter closed. She lets out a soft sigh of pleasure.

Damn, that's a beautiful sound.

I force myself to take a seat next to her before my cock can override my judgment.

"I underestimated you." Her eyes meet mine. "This is good sencha."