He cocked his head in that arrogant, sexy way of his. “That’s for you to decide. We assign the homework, and then it’s up to you to figure how to do it. Just like at that fancy school of yours.”
“That’s different,” I said, a little breathlessly. He held my gaze, a challenge in his eyes. But when I said, “Please, it’s only my first lesson,” he took pity on me.
“The way I see it, you have two options. Lower the waistband of your skirt a little... or raise the hem a lot. It’s your choice.” He paused. “But I know what I’d choose if you were mine.”
Wow. That thought made my thighs clench. I held his gaze while I unzipped the side of my skirt and eased the waistline down a few inches. The silk shirt pulled free from where I’d tucked it in.
Kai looked down, and I could tell he liked what he saw—the strip of bare skin as I pushed the waistband down around my hips.
“Keep it there,” he said roughly. “Turn around.”
I did. He lifted my hands and placed them on the wall above my head, spread out a bit. “Don’t move,” he whispered in my ear. I didn’t move—and neither did the skirt. Thank god it was snug enough not to slide down my legs and pool on the floor.
Kai wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me a step back, making my back arch and my ass stick out. He ground his hard erection against me as he kissed my neck from behind. Just like Asher had last night, he freed my hair from the bun and fisted it as he kissed me, hard.
“Leave it down from now on,” he growled in my ear. “It’s part of the dress code.”
I groaned, wondering how much more he could turn me on before I spontaneously combusted. God, I loved the weight of his body pressing against mine. He ground against my ass, and I gasped at the size and hardness of his erection.
“Feel how big I am?” His voice was low and rumbly.
I nodded, my breathing heavy.
“That’s for you. Because you’re so fucking sexy.” He thrust against me again, and heat pooled between my legs. “And one day soon, it’s going inside of you. My big cock all the way inside your tight little body. And you’re going to scream my name so much you’ll forget your own.”
My breathing hitched, and my body reacted instantly—nipples hardening, core clenching, and a rush of moisture between my legs that would’ve soaked my panties, if I’d been wearing any. I was turned on, yes, but also a little nervous. A little scared, maybe. He was big. I’d felt that. And I was... inexperienced. What would it be like? Would it hurt? But underneath the nervousness was something else—anticipation. Excitement. A curiosity that made me press back against him just a little more.
I wanted to experience everything he had to offer me. Then an image popped into my mind of Asher in the sauna, that towel slung low on his hips. I had to admit, I was intensely curious about what he had to offer, too.
Later,I was at the front desk, still feeling turned on. My skin tingled. My nipples were hard through my shirt, but I’d put on a jacket over it. I had to—I was so close to the front doors, and the cold air kept making me shiver.
It felt so different, walking around with no panties. And with my hair sweeping along my shoulders as I moved.
Then the family of four approached the desk—Emma, her younger brother, and their parents. The little boy was practically bouncing with excitement. And in an instant, my mind left the gutter and returned to professional mode.
“How is your stay so far?” I asked the children.
Emma started to answer, talking about how much she liked their suite, but her little brother interrupted. “We’re going skiing tomorrow! Me and dad.”
“Don’t interrupt, Henry,” his mother said.
But the little boy was far too excited to worry about conversation skills. “We’re going down a real slope, not the bunny hill.”
“Good for you,” I said. At his age, I wasn’t sure I knew what snow skiing was. The rich really did lead very different lives. “Do you ski, Emma?”
“I did when I was young,” she said, and her parents and I smiled over her head. If Emma thought she wasn’t young anymore, she probably thought someone my age was ancient.
Henry was still enthusiastic about skiing. “I have my own skis now. They’re blue and silver and they’re just my size.” He looked up at his father, who smiled indulgently. “Right, Dad?”
“That’s right, buddy.”
Emma stood next to her mother, rolling her eyes at her brother’s enthusiasm, but there was a fondness in the gesture. Her mother had that same warm, excited energy I remembered from their check-in.
“Well, you’re going to have a great time,” I told the boy. “The conditions are perfect this week.”
“Do you ski?” he asked.
“I’m learning,” I admitted.
