Green Light

"Just—just—" his purr was almost lost in the rhythmic thud of the music. "Let me touch you."

"But you love it," she said, grabbing the metallic edges of his glasses and tossing them away. The glass shattered somewhere behind them, as it had countless times before.

Her hand snaked into the silk of his hair, grabbed a fistful, and a wave of arousal surged through her as she saw his face contort and his mouth open, producing the most delicate moan.

"You love it when you know I'm the one in control."