“I want you to take your clothes off,” I reply, as I move us through his apartment toward the bedroom. “This is purely for research purposes. Do you understand?”
“Of course.”
“Good. Off.”
“Definitely a long break,” he manages, stumbling back into the mattress.
“Shirt off, Roy.”
He clears his throat, his pupils dilated and his chest heaving as he wrestles himself out of the cotton fabric.
“Gonna need to work on that, Royce,” I tease when he tosses it to the side.
“Yeah, well, it’s a little different when there’s pressure.”
“There’s no pressure—it’s just me.”
“There’s nojust you,Kins. Besides, I was neck deep in spreadsheets and now I’m tryin’ to catch up.”
“I don’t know if that’s a compliment or if I should be offended.”
“Both,” he says, undoing the belt on his pants and pushing his jeans to the floor. It’s a lot smoother than getting his shirt off had been, but I like seeing him all riled up.
“Royce,” I croon. “Getting naked in the bedroom is a dance, see?” I grab the hem of my shirt and sway my hips side to side. “Watch.” I tease it up over my stomach before pulling it over myhead, revealing a see-through black lace bra that has his eyes glued to my chest.
I shake the fabric in my hand until he looks at me and then I drop my shirt to the floor, acutely aware of his Adam’s apple bobbing and his erection tenting his boxers.
I run my hands over my breasts, down my stomach to the top of my leggings, and shimmy out of them, making sure he’s mesmerized as I tease us both.
“See?”
“Yeah,” he croaks, “but I can’t make it look like that.”
“Sure, you can,” I breathe, closing the distance between us, “but we’ll work on that later.”
“Good, because I can’t focus on anything but how sexy you are.”
“And how about when your head is between my legs? Will you be able to focus then?”
“I’ll try like hell until I get it right,” he says, his hands gripping my hips as he pulls me against him.
“There are rules.”
“Rules. Got it.”
I chuckle and rock myself against his cock, a shiver racing down my spine when he sucks in a breath.
“Do you want to know how wet I am for you?”
“Yes, but I can’t say that.”
“It can be really hot—all low and growly.” I sigh dreamily, but he shakes his head.
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Fine. Since we’re back to word play,”—I grin and he rolls his eyes—“how’s cock?”
“Cock is fine.”
