“I just need to grab my purse from my office, and then we are good to go.”
She turns and heads off, and I follow behind her. Ten minutes later, we’re in the car and on our way.
“Where are we going?”
“We’re going home.”
Miya hums as she sinks further into the seat. “I could totally go for a quiet night in.”
Little does she know it’s not just a quiet night in, but I keep that to myself for now.
The drive home goes by in the blink of an eye, and we make our way up to our apartment. As soon as she steps through the front door, she kicks off her shoes.
Miya groans. “I didn’t realize how bad my feet were hurting. I’m going to go put on sweats.”
“Stop,” I demand.
I smile as I watch her body freeze.
“Give me your phone.”
Her eyes are full of questions as she reluctantly reaches into her bag. When she hands it over, I don’t break eye contact as I power her phone down and then do the same to mine.
“Kenji…what if someone calls?”
“Did I tell you that you could speak?”
Her little nose flares, but she doesn’t mouth back as I put our phones down on the table in the entryway.
“Strip.”
Her breath catches as her eyes dilate.
Now she gets it.
“Why should I strip when you're fully dressed?” she sasses back, finally finding her voice.
“I’m the one in charge here, little girl. Now strip,” I remind her.
Miya takes her sweet time as she takes off her clothes. She turns, facing away from me, and ever so slowly pulls her thong down as she bends at the waist. Putting herself on display.
Fuck yes.
I step forward and push her farther down as I grind my cock against her. I bite back the chuckle when I find her wet and ready.
“You’re already so wet for me.”
She looks over her shoulder and raises a brow. “Are you sure it’s for you?”
I bring my hand down and slap her ass, hard.
Miya jumps, almost falling forward. “Ow!”
“Watch that mouth,” I warn her as I let her go, stepping back. “Now head into the living room and get on the table.”
Confusion fills her face, but she does as I ask. I follow her and smile when I hear her suck in a breath when she sees the massage table.
“What’s this?”
