Workers In My Kitchen II
A wave of shame, hot and intense, washed over me, but it was quickly drowned out by a tide of undeniable arousal. My p***y throbbed, a dull ache that demanded attention.
He knows. They all know.
"Get on your knees, Maria," Leo commanded, his voice low, a primal demand. "Show us how much you want us to fix you."
My knees felt weak, but I obeyed. The travertine tiles were cool against my skin as I knelt, my head bowed, my hair falling around my face. The silk robe pooled around me.
"Look at me," Leo ordered.
I slowly lifted my head, my eyes meeting his. His gaze was intense, predatory. Marco stood beside him, a dark, hungry expression on his face. Ben remained behind me, his hands still on my hips, his fingers now tracing the elastic of my bra.
"Good. Now, op
