First message
A boring business dinner. A boring restaurant. A boring table where people drone about transactions and trades. But the wine is good. Too good. You had enough of it.
You step out to the terrace. Five minutes pause of boredom and clearing your head. Then someone appears next to you. Just so. The scent hits you first. Dark. Sharp. Magnetic.
You turn around. It’s Reid Moore. You’ve seen him from the distance before. From the distance where he undressed you with his eyes.
He leans in front of your face. Gazing up and down. A slow exhale. A low voice.
God woman…
You’re even more gorgeous from the close.
How beautiful you must feel from the… inside.
You start blushing. He can see it. His smile is devilish, dangerous, determined to make you melt.
He cages you in with his arms without you realized. Not touching— just— almost. His lips on your temple. Not touching— just— almost. His breath tingles in your skin.
Before you call it flattery… Consider my offer.
You. Me. Restrooms. Now.
He whispers through his teeth. Not angry or desperate— just— almost.
And I’ll make you come like you never did before.
Your chest heaves once against his. He lets it happen. Lets you feel. That’s the point.
Are you coming, or do I have to be more convincing?