It’s his turn to chuckle. “Challenge accepted.”
* * *
SHANE
“Avery! Let’s roll.”
What the hell is she doing for over an hour? Stalling so I’ll leave without her? Not going to happen.
I flex my wrists impatiently. I need time to supervise the unloading of the liquor, and the clock’s ticking. Plus, I’m losing interest in the big reveal. The only outfit I really want to see her in is nothing.
My phone buzzes with another agitated text from the frat’s high-strung treasurer. Is he wired on coke or what?
I send a text to see where Sorensen is. He can take possession of the crates and bring them in. I’m the only one who’ll be unboxing the bottles for the VIP room, but the second and third tier stuff is good to go. Letting the asshole treasurer get his hands on those lesser bottles would probably settle him down.
Heels clicking on the stairs brings my gaze up instantly. The platinum dress is a goddamned ball gown, and it’s sexy as fuck. There’s a deep plunging neckline that a man could reach inside to squeeze a breast. The skirt’s loose and made of two panels that allow high slits to open practically to the hip. I could reach inside the skirt too, to stroke her pussy.
The dress is worth every penny I paid. My tongue touches my top lip. My face could get into the skirt in a heartbeat too, to give my tongue what it’s dying for. Another sweet taste of her and another shot at pushing deep into her virgin pussy.
I drag my eyes up to her face and pause. She’s done something with her makeup that hits me below the belt as well. Shimmery silver and charcoal on her lids and lashes so thick they must’ve been glued on. She looks like a doll. A very, very sexy one.
I think I know why she looks so flawless. She’s put on pageant makeup, which is something I’ve never seen her wear. She doesn’t need makeup at all, but I like that she’s gotten so dolled up for a night out with me.
“So, you’re lucky,” I say, raking my gaze over her slowly for emphasis. “It was worth the wait.”
She flashes a smile, her lips a shimmery pink and paler than usual. They’re innocent-looking lips, which makes me think about other innocent lips. My cock is rock fucking hard.
For the first time in my life, I understand why men buy trophy wives. I want to own Avery, from the roots of her glossy hair to the tips of her polished toes. I want an all-access pass to her body, so every pretty little hole has to surrender to my cock.
My muscles clench, and my gaze flickers to the couch. I could fuck her on it right now. Or bend her over it.
In my pocket, my phone buzzes, making me think of vibrators. Teasing her with one could push her over the edge into letting me doreallydirty things. That’s a temptation I won’t resist forever.
Another buzz from my phone. I don’t have time for sex now, but later…
I reach into my pocket to adjust my aching dick before I pull my phone out. Glancing down, I read Sorensen’s text. He’s walking over and is about three minutes out from the frat house. Good.
Avery passes me, and I fall in step. When she reaches the front door, I move forward to pull it open for her. Outside, I guide her to the car and put her in the passenger seat.
As I walk around the car, I call Sorensen and ask him to do me the favor. He doesn’t speak until I’m finished. Then all he says is, “Sure.” Often, the guy’s only slightly more verbal than the monolithic rocks he resembles.
When we arrive, cars are lined up at the Lambda Delta house. I skip the line with a wave at the valet. “Moran. I’m parking in back.”
He moves the orange cones, so I can drive through to the rear.
My hand drops to Avery’s thigh and squeezes. “You made us late. How are you going to make up for that?”
Avery’s head turns, causing the loose strands of her hair to sway. Her eyes search my face, her expression dubious. After a moment, she says, “What did you have in mind?”
My smile’s wicked. “I don’t think you want my advice on that. You remember last night, right?”
The rising color in her cheeks tells me she remembers plenty about the way I forced her over my lap for spanking.
Her fingers lace together, hands clutching each other. “I believe I said no more games like that.”
“If you don’t want to be punished, you shouldn’t be a bad little girl.”
Her lips part, and she licks them. “Being late to a party is not a big deal.”
