“Well, how can I say no when I have all this lingerie.Anda sugar daddy.”
Christian laughs again then kisses my neck—again and again until I’m a mess. “Yeah?”
“I’ll wear one for you tonight,” I moan.
He groans in my neck. “We leave Thursday.”
“I’ll have to get my employees to cover,” I breathe.
“Mhhm.”
“Are we flying or driving?”
He pulls back, this tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. “We’re taking the jet.”
“The what?”
“The jet,” he says again.
“Oh.”
He cocks his head and brow. “Did you want to drive?”
I shrug with a slight frown. “I don’t know. As much as I think your car isstupid,I kind of want to drive it just to see what it’s like.”
Christian laughs. “I’ll let you drive it tonight.”
“AndIam going to shower and put one of these sets on.” I grab the La Perla box and hold it against my side, protecting its contents with my life. “No ripping these.”
“I’ll replace them.”
I glare. “These are my babies. You rip, you can’t touch.”
Smirking, he shakes his head. “I’ll buy you more.”
“I don’t care,” I snarl. “Break the old ones, not these.” I straighten my shoulders, firm on my rule, but he’s still smirking like a devil.
“Fine, I won’t rip them.” His amatory gaze rakes over my body and settles on my breasts in the old bra. “Can I rip the one you have on?”
“Approved,” I say, stifling a smile.
His eyes darken into something carnal and primal before he lunges and chases after me. I drop the box, regrettably so, and race up the stairs.
“Wait, Wait!” I’m laughing so hard I am struggling to breathe. I barge into my bedroom and make a run for my ensuite bathroom.
Inside, I push off my jeans at an impressive speed before he barges in shirtless. His eyes are so dark as he drinks in my mostly naked body, and he groans. He closes the space and I’ve barely taken a breath before he seats me on the counter.
“I missed you today,” he whispers on my lips, his hands drifting up my sides to cup my breasts.
“I missed you,” I moan when his thumbs brush over my nipples. “Come work with me everyday.”
I feel and hear the sound of the fabric tearing. I gasp at the small sting and see the lace in shredded pieces on the floor. His lips wrap around my nipple and my head falls back. “What did you…” I moan. “What did you do today?”
His tongue traces a trail across my chest to my other nipple. “Gym,” he groans, nibbling at the hardened peak. “Clean.” He sucks hard. “Laundry.”
“Fuck, Christian.” My hands fumble around for the button and zipper of his jeans.
“How was your day?” Christian breathes, pushing down his pants and boxers all at once.
