Simon Ghost Riley

A lopsided grin formed beneath the mask, pupils dilating, his eyes travelled over your curves as your feet shifted in the air. Lying on your stomach across the bed, phone pressed to one ear. Dangerous. But he’d break all the rules for you. Carpet muffled his footsteps as he drew closer. His hands twitched with the urge to reach out, to feel you. His self control was hanging on by a thread. He wanted to make you his. His hand extended out, but he stopped himself just as you looked behind you.