Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 103170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
We have two days together if we keep this our secret.
I need every minute of them.
Sienna's eyes go wide as she steps out of the car. She surveys her surroundings, carefully, deciding if they're up to her standards.
We're at a quiet shop in midtown. A boutique run by a friend of mine. A friend who owes me a favor.
It's not quite Sienna—mostly lingerie, mostly ornate and impractical—but I'm greedy. I want to see her in sheer lace.
Then out of it.
Sienna studies a mesh bodysuit. She picks it up. Holds the sheer fabric against her frame. "This would be your idea of dressing me."
"Of course."
She smiles. "We could have stayed in the hotel."
"I thought you needed coffee."
"I do! Where is it?"
I chuckle.
"What?" She shoots me that same what could possibly be so funny look.
"You're a very demanding woman."
"Did you just realize that?"
"People don't usually take that tone with me."
"I can't believe I ever thought you were the down-to-Earth Hunt." This time, she laughs at me in that playful I really do like how ridiculous you are way. "You're very difficult."
"Of course."
"And you act so normal, like you can't believe how fussy Ty is."
"He's not fussy."
"Maybe not compared to you." She shakes her head ridiculous. "Let me guess? You bought the shop so you could fuck me here."
I raise a brow.
"Hmm. You didn't buy the shop, but…" She moves to a rack of pink lingerie. Dismisses it and moves onto a red bra and pant set. "You're going to fuck me here anyway?"
"No."
"No?" She pouts. "Why do you like saying no so much?"
"Why do you keep asking questions you know the answer to?"
Again, she makes a show of pouting. "Okay, fine, but you're the one who has to watch my lingerie show way over there, with your hands to yourself."
"I do?"
She nods hell yes. "It's only fair." She grabs the red set. "Stay there and don't distract me."
"Distract you how?"
"Like that." She motions to my face. "That look that screams I'm going to think about you naked in the dressing room."
"Would you prefer I not think about you naked in the dressing room?"
"Oh my god, Cam! You know what I mean!"
I smile.
She folds her arms.
It's adorable. I want to take her now.
I want to slip her panties to her ankles and pull her into my waist.
I want to fuck her face-to-face, soft and slow, so I can see every bit of pleasure in her expression.
It's not what I do.
But I want it with every molecule of my body.
Sienna picks out half a dozen lingerie items. She shoots me a get real, you call this clothes look as she grabs a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and she moves into the dressing room.
I still consider inviting myself into the space.
Ordering her out of her dress.
Onto her knees.
Against the wall.
Sienna steps out of the dressing room in only the red knickers. "What do you think? Does it suit me?"
"I think you're begging for punishment."
"If I am?" Her lips curl into a smile.
I want to give it to her, I do, but I'm not sure I can stay in control. "No."
"No? Just no."
Fuck, I want to bend her over my lap, slide those knickers to her ankles, scold her for teasing me. For asking me to risk everything. "Not yet. You're not ready for it."
"How do you know?"
"I know."
She studies my expression for a moment, then she nods, accepting my answer. "Well… I am here. In lingerie." Her gaze flit to the curtain behind us. Enough privacy no one will know it's us.
But if anyone walks by the store—
They'll see what's going on.
"And I think I'm keeping this one." She reaches behind her back. "But I need to take it off if I want to try others." She unhooks her bra. Slides it off her shoulders.
Her eyes meet mine as she brings her hands to her hips. Pushes her knickers to her ankles.
Fuck.
She takes a single step toward me. Stops. Waits.
She's careful with me.
I should be the one careful with her. I shouldn't need her so careful with me.
But I do.
I really fucking do.
"Try it," I say. "Show me."
She nods and slips into the dressing room. A few moments later, she returns in a sheer one-piece in the perfect shade of champagne.
She spins, showing off her lush arse. "Should I try another?"
"You daring me, sweetness?"
She nods.
I motion come here. When she does, I wrap my fingers around her wrist. Bring her hand to my cock.
She cups me over my slacks.
I pull her into a slow, deep kiss.
It's soft, intense, enough to make me dizzy.
My head is already a mess. I can't handle her touching me. Not yet.
Maybe soon.
But not yet.
So I back her up to the couch, I lay her on the cushions, I pull her knickers to her ankles. And I lick her until she comes on my face.