I turn the shower off and inhale deeply. Why do I smell Emilia’s sweet perfume? It’s faint, but it’s there, and it definitely wasn’t there when I got into the shower. She’s either been in my room while I was showering or she’s still there. What is she pulling now?
I grin to myself and wrap my towel around my hips before walking out of my bathroom. She doesn’t move quickly enough, and I see her dive behind my bed. I’m sure she thinks she’s moving like a freaking ninja though. Too cute.
Now, what should I do? I could lie down on my bed and give her another one of those shows I know she loves, but I’m not sure I have the courage to do that. It’s different when she’s right there, and I think it’d be more awkward than sexy.
Instead, I walk around my bed, and Emilia crawls underneath it to hide from me. How does she even remotely think she’s being stealthy? She’s quiet, but not so quiet that I wouldn’t notice her.
I bite down on my lip to keep from laughing and sit down on my bed. I sit on my knees and lean over the bed just enough to grab her legs. I pull her from underneath my bed and she squeals.
“Oh, shit!” she shouts. Emilia jumps out of my grip and turns towards the door, but I pull her back before she can make a run for it. She stumbles and falls into my arms. Before she has a chance to flee, I turn her over and pin her down on my bed.
“Now what do we have here?” I whisper, leaning over her. Emilia laughs and squirms underneath me. Her movements make her dress ride up and I’m hard instantly. She stills when she realizes what position we’re in. I’m leaning over her, my body on full display, while she’s flat on her back on my bed.
Her eyes roam over my body hungrily and she gulps. She tries to drag her eyes away, but she doesn’t last more than a second before they’re back on my chest again. Her cheeks redden and her breathing accelerates. Looks like my little Minx is affected by me. I’ve suspected it for some time, but I’m still secretly thrilled.
“What did you do, Minx?” I whisper. She grins wickedly and I grab her hands. I pin them down above her head and lower my body on top of her fully. She gasps and looks at me with wide eyes. “You…You’re…” she whispers. My hard on is pressing against her stomach shamelessly. Instead of pulling away, she tilts her hips up to better align with mine. Does she realize what she’s doing?
“I’m what?” I murmur, my face hovering above hers. Emilia arches her back and presses her chest into me. Her eyes darken and the way she looks at me does funny things to my heart.
“Carter,” she whispers. My name sounds like a plea on her lips. I didn’t think I could get any harder, but I was wrong. I subtly grind my hips against Emilia’s and a small moan escapes her lips. She parts her legs slightly to get me closer, and I doubt she’s even conscious of her movements.
“Tell me what you did, Minx.”
She blinks, as though she doesn’t know what I’m talking about, and I grin. Looks like my little Minx is struggling to focus. I wonder how she’ll react if I tease her a little more. I rotate my hips against hers and her eyes fall closed. She lifts her hips and I push against her. Emilia moans softly and blinks, her eyes hazy with lust. Looks like the little shows I’ve been giving her have turned her on as much as they have me. Her body melts against mine.
“Not telling,” she whispers.
I chuckle and shake my head. I lower my face to hers until my lips are hovering just above hers. I want to kiss her so badly. What would she taste like? Would she be as sweet as she smells?
“Hmm… I guess I’ll have to torture the information out of you. What should I do, huh? What kind of prank could you possibly have pulled on me this time?”
Emilia shakes her head and grins victoriously. She hooks her leg over mine and pushes against me, as though she wants to push me off. I panic, worried that she wants to get away from me, and I let go of her.
She laughs and pushes against me until she’s got me on my back. I’m surprised when she straddles me, sitting right on top of my dick. I’m so hard that my towel is tenting up, and Emilia giggles.
“Oh, Carter… who would’ve known that the devil had a sweet spot for me?” she whispers. I bite down on my lip and look at her. Her dress is bunched up around her waist and I can just about catch a glimpse of her black underwear. Her skin is flushed and her eyes are flashing with passion. She’s teasing me, but I suspect she’s just as turned on.
“Well, baby, who says I don’t respond like this to every girl that sneaks into my bedroom while I’m in the shower?”
Emilia’s expression drops, and a hint of insecurity replaces her former bravado. I regret my words instantly. My hands move to her hips and I hold her gingerly. She looks away and sits in my lap, frozen. The moment broken. So it bothers her to think that my reaction to her isn’t exclusive to her, huh? I sigh and run my hand over her back.
“So, what did you do, Minx?” I whisper. She blinks as though she’s only just remembering what she came here to do in the first place, and she laughs, her eyes twinkling. Whatever she did, it’ll be a good one.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she says, grinning. I’m relieved to see the smile back on her face and put my arms behind my back. I lie back while Emilia sits on top of me like it’s the most normal thing in the world. She’s far more brazen than I thought she’d be, and I freaking love it. She doesn’t even seem to feel self-conscious because of my hard on. If anything, she seems to revel in it.
“You do this often, Minx?” I murmur, an annoying thought crossing my mind. “Climbing on top of guys that are half naked and rock hard?”
Her cheeks turn bright red, and she looks at me with wide eyes. I bite back a smile. I’m enjoying this far too much.
“I mean, if you want, I can always remove the towel.”
I didn’t think she could get any redder, but she does. Emilia looks flustered and shocked, but why doesn’t she look repulsed? She glares at me and I wrap my hands around her tiny waist. She’s so beautiful. It’s unreal.
I shift on my bed and feel something underneath me, almost like a marble. I frown and reach under my back, only to find that whatever it is, it’s underneath my sheets. Emilia grins and jumps off me as I reach underneath my blankets. My fingers wrap around something that feels an awful lot like an insect, and my heart drops. She knows I fucking hate insects. I raise my hand to my face with wide eyes and a pounding heart. My panic must be obvious because she bursts out laughing and makes a run for the door.
I’m so shocked by the cockroach in my hand that I can’t even stop her from leaving. I drop it, staring at it in horror. Emilia’s phone camera flashes from my peripheral vision and then she’s gone.
I stare at the horrendous thing on my bed in utter shock. It takes me a full five minutes to realize it isn’t even real. I pick it back up with trembling hands and shake my head. This girl… she’ll be the death of me.
