Sage didn't let him take her immediately.
She slid off his lap with a wicked grin and disappeared into her closet, tails swishing behind her. Kael lay on her bed, chest heaving, cock standing rigid and aching in the cool air. The absence of her warmth was almost painful.
"Be patient," her voice floated from the closet. "Good things come to those who wait."
"I've never been patient in my life."
"I know. That's what makes this fun."
When Sage emerged, Kael's brain short-circuited.
She'd changed into a maid outfit—black and white, impossibly tight, with a skirt that barely covered her ass and a corset that pushed her breasts up until they threatened to spill over the top. A white headband sat in her golden hair, and she'd left the thigh-high stockings off, exposing bare legs that seemed to go on forever.
