I'm annoyed I have to call her by her last name. For some reason, it grates on my nerves. Maybe because I'd like the sound of "Mrs. Sturm" better. Thinking about it that way has my already-hard c**k pounding for release. I need her to be mine in every way.
I see her intake of breath at my bold touch, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she leans into me, craving more. I knew she felt it during the shoot. I knew I wasn't the only one lost to the pull between us.
She looks away for a split second, then looks back. "Yes." The word is barely a whisper, but it's what I want to hear.
Taking her by the wrist, I feel the zing again, and I feel powerful as it pulses between us. I go to lead her out of the room, and I feel her pull against me.
"Right now?" She looks around like she's got to ask
