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Hot, fucking hot.

Almost like a flowing lava that could burn your flesh.

My eyes remained fixed on his, as I pressed the intercom and mumbled the burning sentence. "Can you bring a sheer lace one, in the color, red?"

If he was going to play the game, then why would I fucking back down?

The specs of blue moons in his eyes were glimmering with an emotion I couldn't put my finger on. The white light brought the rough lines of his face to life and for once he looked extra sexy---not that he didn't look everyday but today mine was an exception.

I liked the way he was pressed against me. The softness of my body molding against the hard rigids of his. It felt nice...good.

Zachariah stared deeply into my eyes for a brief moment. And then he tilts his head backwards. "Aren't you a freaky one?" He whispers against the soft silence.

My finger leaves the intercom. The same hand travelled up his chest in the slowest way possible. "And you are not? Boyfie. Others might not know but you are hiding s