SAM
A smirk spreads across Phoenix’s face when he notices me gawking at him. He’s wearing a black tuxedo and looks yummy enough to be my dessert for tonight after the Art exhibit Fundraising event hosted by Hughes Industries.
“Wanna have quickie first before we go to the exhibit?” Phoenix asks, smirking, and I’m literally drooling over him.
“I spent half an hour just to like this,” I say, motioning to my floor-length off-shoulder black dress. “I’m not gonna ruin just for a quickie, and we’ll gonna be late anyway.”
“You’re right because quickie is not enough. I need to take my time making you feel good. Let’s go because if we stay here longer, I might shred off that gown from you and press you against this wall.” He presses his bulge against my rear, then kisses my exposed shoulder.