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I knew exactly what kind of attention I could command. I know that I am quite the temptation to most red-blooded men. Today, a simple grocery run was about to get a lot more interesting.
As I walked down the aisles, I saw him—tall, lean, and focused on picking out a bottle of bubbly. He didn’t see me yet, but he would soon enough. My hips moved deliberately, my walk slow, intentional. I knew the effect I had when I wanted to turn it on.
“Need help choosing?” I asked, my voice low and teasing as I stopped beside him, reaching for a bottle just within his reach.
His eyes flicked to me, surprise flashing in them before quickly shifting to something else. I had his attention now. “Yeah, maybe I do,” he said, his voice calm but curious.
Aisles of Temptation
I stepped closer, closing the gap between us until I could feel the heat of his body. Taking the bottle from his hand, I made sure our fingers brushed. The tension between us was instant, undeniable. “This one’s bold and strong,” I said, letting the innuendo hang in the air as I looked directly into his eyes. “Like you, I’d guess.”
The way his gaze darkened told me everything I needed to know. I leaned in, close enough to feel his breath on my neck as I spoke softly, letting my words hit him hard. “Drinks are better with company.”
He smiled, the corners of his lips curling into something wicked. “Are you offering?”
I pulled back just enough to meet his eyes head-on. “Depends on if you can handle it,” I said, my voice a challenge.
We ended up in a quieter part of the store, the shelves around us forgotten. I pushed him gently against the wall of products, the space between us almost nonexistent now. Without waiting another second, I kissed him—hard, hungry, without hesitation. The kiss was electric, a collision of need and heat that neither of us tried to hold back. I let my hand fall down to his crotch and rubbed his growing dick through his jeans.
When we finally broke apart, breathing heavily, I licked my lips and smiled, knowing exactly where this was going. “How about we skip the groceries and get straight to dessert?”
His eyes were dark with desire as he nodded. “Let’s go.”
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248