Chapter 21: Her Intention

Leila's voice sounded husky and bewitching; as soon as she finished speaking, her hand drifted onto my thigh as if by accident. Her touch felt electric. Each pass of her fingers sent a charge through me, and I had to fight the urge to pin her to the couch, especially knowing she'd used an electric toy here on her own. I had been drinking, and I shifted away on instinct. "Leila, don't mess around." "Who's messing around?" She gave a small frown, leaned closer, and said, "Andy, have you ever liked...