138 You're My Onyx

Damien's stare was ablaze as he watched her grind her body against him. He had met bold women before but he only found them unappealing. 'What is with this woman? Why am I so drawn to her?'

Katherine flipped her hair and swayed her hips from side to side, her ass brushing ever so slightly against him. 'Fuck,' he cursed in his thoughts and planted his hands on her waist, wondering if she would slap them away.

However, she only leaned against him even more. 

Amused, a mischievous smile formed on his lips. Her moves were so infectious that he started moving along with her, pressing their bodies as close as he possibly could while she sensually moved her left hand over his hand that was on her waist.