I plopped down on Damon's lap, my mind a whirlwind. The information I'd just seen and Damon's actions at the moment left me as stiff as a board.
Damon's breath was slightly heavy. His hand had skillfully found its way under my clothes and began wandering about.
After snapping back to reality, I firmly grabbed hold of his hand that was causing havoc on my chest. I could feel the warmth of his hands even through the fabric.
"Damon, I need to take a shower first." I tried to stall as much as possible. Maybe he'd forget about it.
"You can shower later." Even though I had a firm grip on Damon's hand, I could feel him attempting to wriggle free, though he wasn't using much force.
His hints were crystal clear.
I was unsure and hesitant about my decision to sell my body. Sometimes, I couldn't help but resist Damon.
