Zara's POV
I badly wished that my throbbing p***y wouldn't drip because if that would happen, Xander would notice it instantly after all I was seated on his lap with just his shirt and my panties on.
Fuck! No! I guess it's dripping.
Tucking my ruffled hair behind my earlobe, he said slyly, “My thighs are aching a lot. I need some weight on them, so I just landed your lovely ass on my left one.”
I frowned and slithered like a snake when I felt his hand on my back sliding down to caress my buttocks.
“Leave me,” I said curtly, trying to get off from him but Xander held me tightly to him.
He brought his face closer to mine, and sneered, “Oh dear, don't think that you can skip the massage by giving an excuse.”
My eyes widened when I heard him. How the f**k was he to the point when it cam
