I almost jump to comply with the order, hands jerking up toward my buttons?—
“Slow down, cookie.”
I listen, fingers shaking slightly as I undo the fastenings, incrementally revealing my naked flesh. It’s harder to keep my movements steady when despite the calm voice, the steady expression, I don’t miss his eyes going even hotter and his hands clenching into tighter and tighter fists with each inch of my skin that’s exposed.
He wants to touch.
But he also knows I’m getting off on this—well, he is too, considering the erection tenting his pants.
Still, it’s more than desire I’m feeling, at least for a moment.
Because he’s trying something that I like, for no other reason than…I like it.
And I know there’s no going back.
I’m falling for this man.
“Stop there,” he orders, his voice more rasp than anything when I reach the last button.
“Still not naked,” I breathe.
A twitch of his lips. “Undo the button on your pants.”
I flick it open.
“The zipper too.”
Theziiipis loud in the quiet office.
“Push the fabric down.”
I nudge at the loose material at my waist and my pants drop to the floor. I inhale in a rush when the cold hits my bare skin, but it’s his groan that really captures my attention.
“Fuck, gorgeous,” he growls. “You wearthatunder those prim and proper clothes?”
My gaze drifts down to the black lace, and I’m about to confess that I put it on because I was thinking about him this morning.
But he orders, “Shirt off,” and I hurry to comply.
He doesn’t gather my pants or my blouse, just leaves them in crumpled piles on the floor as he steps closer, those eyes taking in every inch of me. “Fuck me,” he growls. “You are so damned beautiful.”
My heart leaps.
And then my pussy spasms.
Because he orders, “Turn around and put your hands flat on the desk.”
Thirty-Two
Jace
My control is shredded.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
And she came to my office.
And she worried about me.
