Like at the club he watches, legs spread, face amused. But it’s the set of his jaw, the flaring of his nostrils and the narrowing of his gaze that tells me this isn’t for me. This is for him—he’s as turned on as I am.
I pause enough to cause him to groan.
“Stop thinking, viper,” he commands.
“I’m not thinking.”
“God, you really are a bad liar.” He tsks. “You make this little frown, almost a pout when you think too hard. Newsflash: this isn’t a thinking moment. It’s a feeling moment.”
“I donot.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Fine. Two can play that game.” I sit up higher, dress clutched in one hand against my chest. “I know when you’re serious because you get this little line between your eyebrows. I’m probably the only person who knows that.”
Hayes laughs, nodding to himself. “Yeah, you probably are. Are you done?”
Primly, I sniffle, turning my head away. “Yes.”
“Good. Now listen to my words. Follow my directions.” His voice lowers and gooseflesh breaks out over my arms like an arctic breeze has drifted over me. “And I can guarantee you’ll cum harder than you’ve ever had before.”
Licking my lips, I nod. He smiles at my acceptance.
“Now, take off the dress. Slowly, baby. I want to enjoy my gift.”
I shove all doubt, logic, every single sane thought into the deepest corner of my mind and ignore the warning signals that all this could blow up in my face. I should stop it—be the logical woman I usually am.
But I can’t. Not when it’s Hayes. Not when I want this too much to deny.
The dress drops down my torso, my breasts held back by a scrap of white lace. The blue drifts over my hips, and my fingers trace patterns into my skin. Hayes’ breathing changes, heavy, full of need. I smile, despite myself.
I’ve always liked the attention. But to have Hayes so trapped?Nothing beats this.
I shimmy the dress lower, letting it get tangled on my thighs. Sitting down, I cross my legs, pulling the fabric free. Now in just my lacy bra and matching panties, I lean against my plush pillows, locking eyes with my fake fiancé and open my legs.
The evidence of my arousal seeps through the lace. I’m drenched. His sharp intake of breath lets me know he sees it too.
“Very good,” he praises and I grin, emboldened. It’s not just me who is affected by this—he is too. And God, that’s better than anything else. “Open them wider. Let me see what only I get.”
My body flushes, from my cheeks to my toes. My knees pull further apart and he licks his lips.
“Pull those panties to the side, baby. I want to see you—all of you.”
One finger runs over my stomach, dipping into my belly button before reaching the top of my panties. Slowly, I trace my covered seam, body sizzling with the contact before curling one finger to the side and pulling it wide.
He exhales harshly while I inhale, as if I can steal his breath.
Here I am, open and bare to my sister’s best friend. To a man capable of murder. Someone who I’ve thought of, intimately, in this bed, and now, I’m letting him see my pussy as it drips all over.
“Fucking hell.” He tugs on his hair, the grip painful. “God, you have a fantastic pussy.”
“You’ve seen it on stage,” I say, voice sultry. Deeper. It’s the voice of a woman giving into the darkness.
He shakes his head, eyes never leaving me. “You on stage is a beautiful thing, Collins. But the lights, your act, doesn’t let anyone see much.” He swallows thickly. “Right now, it’s my fucking Mecca and I’m trying like Hell not to fall to my knees before it.”
He gestures to the toy beside me. “Pick up the toy, viper.”
Biting my lower lip, I begin to tug my bottoms off.
