“Then find one,” I whispered, squeezing his nub again. His eyelashes fluttered in response. “But until then, you’re mine.”
“Fuck.” The word came out with a harsh breath, and he shifted forward like he was going to kiss me again, but I rested my hand against his chest and shook my head.
“No. We’re going out tonight. We don’t have time to fuck.” I waved at the clothes again. “Put them on while I shower. Be my good little houseboy.”
“Where are we going?” he asked, and I merely winked at him as I pranced my way toward the en suite bathroom. I didn’t bother to get my clothes. I had no problem walking around naked. God knew, Ross had seen me in my birthday suit more than once. Hell, I’d bet it was more than fifty times.
I didn’t rush my scrub down because I was curious how patient Ross would be. Did he have the personality of a sub? I thought so, even if he tried so hard to be a Dom. He had the charm of a man who could trick hundreds of thousands of residents into believing every word he said, but when push came to shove, he required direction. I was about to be that dominating force he needed, and the thought excited me.
After the shower, I dried myself and then hung the towel on the rack in the bathroom before I strutted back into the bedroom, where Ross was still waiting like a perfect subby boy. He sat on the bed, hands on his knees, as if he wasn’t quite sure what he should be doing, and the sight made me smile. The clothes suited him, and I commended myself on the perfect choices. The tan in the stripes matched his skin and only made the shirt look even better on him.
I whistled, gaining his attention. “Damn, love bug, you look good.”
He examined my naked body with slow ease, his gaze eating me up like I was a free-for-all buffet, and I preened under his attention, cocking my hip and winking at him.
“Honey, you’ve seen it all before.” I laughed and went to the walk-in closet. I had too many choices, and they’d all work for tonight, but as I zipped the hangers across the pole—the sound of metal on metal filling the small space—my attention finally landed on a shirt I enjoyed wearing on a good night out. Deep violet with light lavender flowers blended into the fabric; the pattern was an eyesore in all the right ways. I always liked being the center of attention, and this choice would put me on display. The pants were a little plainer—tan like Ross’s—and the oxford shoes I chose went with the shirt, shiny black with purple, depending on which way the lights glowed on them.
He laid his hands on my hips just as I bent to tie my shoes, and I laughed again. I straightened and turned to find his impish grin.
“Did I tell you that you could put your hands on me?” I tapped the middle of his chest with my finger. “Keep them to yourself until I say so.”
Ross gathered in closer, hands still on my hips. His breath tickled my ear. “Please tell me I can fuck you tonight.”
I tsked at him but couldn’t resist wrapping my arms around his neck and tugging him against me until our chests were flush. “If you’re a good houseboy, you might get something. First you need to impress as my date tonight.”
“Where are we going? Please, not hair or shopping.” He licked the shell of my ear. I shivered. He knew that was a sensitive spot.Cheater.
“No, neither of those things, but only because I already have plans. We’re off to my friend’s birthday party.” I patted the middle of his back and dragged myself out of his hold, even though I wanted to stay in his arms. “Now, come on. As much as I enjoy being fashionably late, we’re on the verge of being rudely late.”
Winking at him, I crooked my finger for him to follow as I left the room and headed to the kitchen. I grabbed my car keys from the bowl on the kitchen island and turned to see him frowning from near the front door.
“You have a car? I always drove us around.”
I chuckled and shook the keys at him. “You never asked if I had one or not. It’s not my fault you assumed.”
He shook his head with a laugh, and we left. I made sure to lock the door before I nudged him to follow me. Down the elevator and to the basement, I led him to my flashy BMW SUV, which made him stop to stare.
“So not just a car, a Beemer?” His mouth parted in surprise.
“Sweetie….” I stepped closer and patted his cheek gently. “Let me tell you something about me. My parents have money, okay? My papa’s a plastic surgeon in California. No one pays for eternal youth like Hollywood people.”
“Really?” His attention jumped from the car to me as though he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be looking at, and I nodded.
“Yes, really.”
A lady I knew lived a couple of floors beneath me strode out of the elevator and glanced at us briefly before she had to have another look. My guess was that she’d realized who Ross was the second time around, and she nearly tripped over a short yellow painted pole near one of the cars while her gaze was focused on us. I made a show of waving flamboyantly.
“Hello, doll, we’re looking for a threesome. Interested?” I teased in a high-pitched tone that had her scampering for her car faster, dropping her handbag in the process. She quickly picked it up before she nearly threw herself into the driver’s seat of her car.
Ross chuckled. “You’re amazing.”
I flashed him a bright smile. “Why thank you, sexy. Now get your cute tush into my BMW and let me treat you. Be my arm candy.”
He bowed dramatically. “Anything you wish.”
I slapped a hand over my mouth, delight and amusement making my insides airy. “That’s a first. I like it. Maybe I should have you naked around the apartment all the time, waiting for my next command.”
We both laughed and got into the SUV. Once he had his belt buckled, he shrugged. “Maybe. I wouldn’t complain.” His face was delightfully rosy.
