Every Bad Boy Needs a Dancer
I creaked the bathroom door open and quietly tiptoed out hoping he hadn't heard me. But he had. And there he was, shamelessly raking his eyes over my towel clad body, smirking. "Why hello, kitty." he whispered, slowly making his way towards me. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him, and nuzzling his face into my neck. "I heard you have rehearsals tomorrow. I'll come to watch you dance, baby." he murmured, planting light kisses on my sensitive skin.