“You’re early?”
He looked me up and down. My skimpy robe barely covered the tops of my thighs. “I think my timing is impeccable.”
“You said seven, didn’t you?”
“I did, but our reservation is at seven thirty, and it will take us at least twenty minutes to get there. We haven’t discussed your limitations yet, so I figured it was best to make you come in the privacy of your home rather than in a public restaurant.” He tilted his head with a mischievous smile. “Invite me in now, Sutton.”
I blinked a few times and stepped aside. “Uh, right. Come in?”
Jagger kissed my forehead as he entered. He looked around the living room while I tried to figure out how to close the front door.Limitations? Make me come?This man did stupid things to my brain. My hand was still on the doorknob when he turned back to face me.
“Are we alone?”
I nodded.
“Excellent.” His eyes sparkled. “Take off that robe.”
“Wow. This is fucking hot!” a man’s voice said.
Oh my God! Miles!The phone was still in my hand, and he was still on FaceTime.
“But I’m hanging up now, cookie,” he said. “I’d say have an exciting evening, but I’m pretty sure your date has that covered already. Toodle-oo.”
Jagger’s eyes narrowed on the phone in my hand before meeting mine. He didn’t say a word, yet I heard his questions loud and clear.
“It was Miles. He was helping me pick out an outfit.”
He nodded, then lifted his chin toward the phone still in my hand. “Is the call ended? Gay or not, I don’t like the thought of him seeing you naked.”
I glanced at my phone. “He’s gone.”
Jagger slipped his hands into his pockets. “Good.Nowtake off the robe.” His words were so calm. He seemed soin controlof the situation. He stood waiting while Iwrapped my head around the moment. What did I feel about him telling me what to do? Considering my nipples could probably cut diamonds, and between my legs felt like an eye twitch was going on where there was no eye, I’d say it worked for me. Yet I still felt like I wassupposedto push back and not take orders.
“It’ll get easier once I earn your trust,” Jagger said. “Look at me, Sutton.”
My eyes moved to his.
“I will never make you do anything you don’t want to. That’s not what I’m into. Try not to get too in your head, and focus on listening to what your body wants.”
That was easier said than done, but I managed to stop judging myself long enough to redirect that energy to feeling the changes in my body. Itliked itwhen he told me what to do, and I didn’t try to figure out why or if that was right or wrong. Instead, I went with it and took a deep breath, untying my robe. One of the outfits I’d tried on for Miles was strapless, and I hadn’t put a bra back on yet. So when I slipped the black silk from my shoulders, it was just me and a black, lacy thong.
Jagger took his time tracing every inch of me. I watched as the rise and fall of his chest grew faster, and his tongue ran along his bottom lip. “Thank you.”
He closed the distance between us and ran his thumb softly over one shoulder. “I have not been able to stop thinking about you all week—the way you looked standing in my office with my fingers inside you, the sounds you made... Someday soon, you’re going to sit on my desk while I feast on you.” He dropped a kiss on my shoulder, then moved his mouth to the shell of my ear. “My fantasies are so fucking torn between wanting the world to watch me own your body and the desire to punch any man who looks in your direction.”
Jagger stepped back and shook his head. “You didn’t listen to me about the perfume I told you to stop wearing. You have it on now, and you had it on in the office the other day.” He locked eyes with me. “Did you forget?”
I probably could’ve recited every word this man had ever said to me. Still, I could’ve lied and said yes. But a part of me was curious to find out what would happen if I didn’t follow his orders. So I shook my head.
Jagger’s eyes lit with fire. He reached down between us and slipped his fingers into the side of my panties. Stroking through my wetness, he made atsking sound. “You know what happens to bad girls who don’t listen?”
Oh God. I hope theycome, because one of his fingers had dipped inside me, and I felt desperate for more already. “What?” I breathed.
A wicked smile curved along his face, and I immediately regretted not lying. “They don’t get to orgasm.” He pumped once, twice, and on the third time he pulled away. Jagger lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked the fingers that had been inside me. His eyes closed, and he groaned like he was in pain. “Damn it, Sutton. I’ve been salivating to lick your cunt for days.”
Oh God. No.No. No. No. He couldnotleave me like this. “I’ll stop wearing it,” I said. “I promise.”
His response was to rest his hands on my shoulders and push me down. “You might not believe me, but this is not my first choice of things to do with you at the moment.” Once I was on my knees in front of him, he brushed a lock of my hair behind my ear. “Suck me, Sutton.”
