Air seems to be ripped from my lungs as she does exactly as she’s told, but the change of her position has her grinding perfectly against me. My entire body is tense as I try not to react. She innocently did exactly what I told her. I need to keep things appropriate between us, but all I can think about is what it’d feel like to have her ass pressed against me with no barrier of fabric between us. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to rid myself of the mental picture of her bent over in front of me. Where are these thoughts coming from? And why are they coming at the most terrible of times?
