“If you don’t, trust me, I’ll find them.”
She blushes fiercely.
Like I said, there’s not a ton of places they could be hiding. It’s not an elaborate outfit, and it hugs her curves in a way that has my cock aching to peel it from her skin.
…But I’m going to take my time. I’m going to enjoy this part.
“Shoes first.”
She rakes her teeth over her bottom lip as I gesture with my chin at her stilettos.
“Shoes, princess.”
She grumbles, reaching down and slipping them off before she shoves them at me. I chuckle to myself. As much as she’s trying to give me that petulant, bratty little rebellious look, I know damn well it’s just a desperate cover for how much she wants this. That flush on her cheeks and the way I can see the faintest hint of hard little nipples through her top tells me all I need to know.
I pluck the shoes from her with one hand, reaching back with my other and pulling my knife out of my back pocket. Her eyes go wide as the switchblade pops out, but when I start to use the point on the inside of the shoes, her jaw drops.
“Oh come on!”
I slice the inside pad of each shoe open. No earrings.
“You could have asked,” she mutters.
“You would have lied.” I nod. “Hair down.”
She rolls her eyes petulantly. “Really?”
I say nothing, and she huffs.
“I spent a lot of time on it.”
“That’s wonderful.”
I grin as she flips me off before she reaches up and pulls her hair out of the big elaborate bun on her head. It’s way longer than I thought it was, and I groan, picturing wrapping it around my fist as she moans for my cock.
“You should wear it down more,” I growl quietly. “You’ve got gorgeous hair.”
She blushes, her eyes darting down.
“Shirt next.”
Her eyes snap back up. “And if I say no?” Her gaze drifts to the knife in my hand. “You gonna cut it off of me?”
“Is that a request?”
Her blush grows deeper as her mouth tightens.
“Ass.”
“Princess.”
She glares at me again as her hands come up to the third button down—the top two having broken off back in Martin’s office. She hesitates, but when her eyes lock onto mine, I see this spark of green fire there. And slowly, her fingers keep moving, button after button. My hunger grows, my jaw clenching tighter and my hands closing to fists. I can feel the blood rushing to my cock, making it swell and bulge—tenting the front of my slacks obscenely.
I could care less.
I’ve spent a year pretending to be a gentleman. A year dressing in fancy suits and playing goddamn golf on the weekends. But all of that’s done with now, because of her. And fuck, that’s a good thing, but now, the bullshit me is fading away. The mask is coming off, the chains are breaking free, and the real me—the raw me, is coming out.
And it’s all for her.
She shrugs the shirt away, and I groan at the sight of her smooth skin, her bare shoulders.
“Bra too.”
She opens her mouth to say something—protest, maybe—but slowly, it shuts again. Her lips twist, and I see that heated fire blaze in her eyes once again.
“Fine.”
She says it like she’s doing it even though she doesn’t want to—like she’s resentfully obliging me. But that’s bullshit, and we both know it. I know damn well what I see in her eyes, and in the hungry heat spreading over her face.
She reaches back, unclasping the lacy black bra and letting it drop from her shoulders. Her hands slide up to cover her nipples, but goddamn does the sight get my cock throbbing hard. My balls swell with cum, like some sort of prehistoric response. It’s like the Neanderthal inside of me wants to claim, and dominate—to mark this mate as mine and mine only by plunging my cock as deep as I can go and filling her womb with my seed.
I growl to myself, fingers digging into my own palms to calm my own self and to stop me from just ravishing her right here and now.
…The slow tease is just too good.
Her full tits spill over her delicate fingers, and all I want is to push them aside and run my tongue across the swell of them. I want to feel her nipples pucker under my lips and my tongue as she begs me for more. I want to feel them in my hands as I drive into her and wrap them around my thick cock.
…And I’m not the only one thinking dirty thoughts.
One look at her and it’s written all over her face. I see that hungry look. I see the naughty girl barely hidden under that bratty innocence. She flushes, her eyes hooded and wild, and when my eyes drop lower, I grin to myself as I notice the way her thighs squeeze together.