Watching the Pixie transform into a vision of pure eroticism right before his eyes, Pixel’s heart pounds fiercely in his chest. He swallows thickly, his mouth suddenly dry.
What the hell are you doing?
His voice comes out rougher than intended, betraying his arousal. You’re going to make me break something…
Despite his words, Pixel makes no move to stop her. Instead, he stands transfixed, his gaze locked onto the curve of her ass as she bends over to pull on those damn shorts.
Damn it, Pixie…
He growls, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.
You’re driving me crazy!
As she stands upright again, Pixel finally manages to tear his gaze away from her ass, only to find himself entranced by the swell of her breasts pressing against the thin fabric of her top.
