Erik Osborne

Let's talk, she says, while wiggling her half-dressed ass at him. Yes. Talk.... That's not what her ears are saying. Or her lips, moments later.

"I think that challenge is going to be yours," he purrs as he gets up to follow her, his stride smooth and predatory.

He hovers behind, trailing his cold fingers down her back until he gets a handful of the ass she's teasing him with. He knows better than to get in the way of her getting coffee, though. That's an essential part of the morning.