"Maaaster~" Anatuya purred, turning the word into a lazy, three-syllable caress that curled right against my ear.
She was on me, clinging—her body pressing flush along my back, arms looping around my waist from behind as if she'd been magnetized.
Her chest molded against my shoulders, modest but unmistakably warm, and her breath came hot and heavy against the side of my neck, each exhale a damp little puff that made the fine hairs there stand up.
"I find myself in a rather peculiar predicament, don't I~?"
Her fingers splayed across my stomach, not quite groping but definitely not innocent either, curling and uncurling in that same slow, deliberate rhythm I'd seen when she was trying to keep herself leashed.
Her hips rolled once, a tiny, playful grind against the curve of my ass, and I felt the tremor run through her—like she was fighting the urge to just shove me face-down onto the table right there among the open tomes.
"Well, you're certainly in a predicament…"
