CANTALOUPE
DYLAN
Katie’s voice was barely a whisper when she told me to open my eyes.
I was an impatient man, but knowing she was standing a few feet away from me, nervous and sexy in her lingerie, made me snap my eyes open, pulling away my hand from my face as soon as she allowed me.
And I nearly forgot how to breathe.
Katie stood in the soft pink glow of the trial room, her hands fidgeting nervously at her sides, her gaze fixed stubbornly on the floor instead of me.But nothing—not her flushed cheeks or the tremble in her body—could distract me from what she was wearing.
It was white lace with intricate design but holy hell—it wasdeliciouslyerotic.
She looked fucking edible.A virginal angel, if such a being exists.
Her bra was floral, and my mouth watered at the sight of the dusky peaks pressed against it.Stockings clung to her thighs, the straps of the garter belt hugging her hips in small, little bows, and the sheer thong…
Fucking hell.
That thong barely counted as a piece of clothing.The delicate lace teased me, making my hands itch.I wanted to kneel in front of her, move that thong to the side and get a taste of heaven.
Every inch of her was perfection.Including the beautiful face and dark hazel eyes that were wide, staring at my crotch.
My cock throbbed against my zipper, straining hard enough to hurt.
“Well?”she asked, raising her chin and pretending to be confident, even when her voice trembled.
I was a tease because I let the silence stretch between us.I savored every second of watching her squirm and painting all kinds of images where she would writhe beneath me.Finally, I flashed her a wolfish grin, leaning back on the plush couch and spreading my thighs.
“Welllll,” I said, drawing out the word.“The council, which includes me and my cock, has decided that you should never wear clothes again.”
“Dylan.”Her eyes narrowed even though her lips quirked.
“What?”I gestured lazily toward her sexy body.“That lingerie isn’t meant for covering.It’s meant fortorture.Mine, specifically.You… standing there, looking like every dirty fantasy I’ve ever had.No, even better than that…”
My gaze raked slowly from her toes to her blushing face.“It’s cruel, Katie.Cruel and unusual punishment that I, unfortunately, very much like.Maybe I am a masochist.”
Her lips parted as she shook her head.“You are impossible.”
“And you’re sexy as hell,” I replied.My gaze softened as I leaned closer, barely containing myself from pouncing on her like a starved animal.“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?I mean, you always look beautiful, but this is…wow.Maybe I have ascended to heaven.”
I couldn’t shut up as color crept up her slender neck.
She ran a hand through her hair and said, “You’re acting like this is for you.It’s not.”
I tilted my head, smirking.“No?Then who’s it for?Justin?”I said his name as if he was a bug I squashed under my boot.“Tell me, darling.Do you think he deserves to see you like this?In this lingerie that I’ll buy for you so he could unwrap you like a fucking present and touch what’s mine,hm?”
“I’m not yours,” she snapped, but her voice cracked.
“Keep saying that, darling.”I laughed, though there was nothing humorous about it.“Maybe one day you’ll convince yourself.”
Just the thought of him or any man seeing her like this made my stomach tense.
Katie scoffed and turned as if to retreat to the curtain, but I was on my feet before she could take a step.
“I’m not done yet,” I said, my voice low and smoky.“I think it’s time for another lesson, no?”My hand wrapped around her wrist, gentle but firm, pulling her back toward me.
“W-what?Here?I don’t?—”
