“Our time’s not up yet.”I pinned her with my gaze until she had no choice but to look up at me.“We can talk more later if you want, but right now I want to get back to where we were.”
Her lips curved in what might have been a grateful smile and she nodded.As I watched, she drew in a shaky breath and her chest rose under the fabric of my suit coat.
“Take off my jacket.”
It was comfortable in the courtyard, not the normal muggy heat of early September.The shade and fountain kept it from ever feeling like the oven the rest of the city could feel like, but it wasn’t so cool she needed the jacket and I wanted to see her nipples through the silk of her blouse.
“I thought you wanted me to feel it move over my breasts and imagine your hands on me?”
I loved the fact that she remembered that part of my instructions ahead of the part about not letting anyone else see her.And I loved that she was so eager to move past our conversation and meet me back in the present.
“Pretend my gaze is the same as my touch.We both know you’re good at pretending and I want to see the way your nipples tighten underneath the silk.”
She slipped the jacket off with a practiced ease that let me know we were heading back into familiar territory for her.I swear this woman took her clothes off the same way other women put them on, with no sense of false modesty at all.She turned to put the jacket on the back of her chair and I took it from her, draping it across my lap and my thickening cock.Fuck, everything she did made me hard for her.
I would be the one to put the jacket back on her when we were ready to leave.Catching and holding her defiant gaze for a moment, I saw her shift so she sat straighter in her chair, shoulders back and spine bowed slightly to press her breasts toward me.Taking my time, I let my gaze follow the curve of her jaw, down the slender column of her throat to pause at the place her heart beat hard under her pale skin.She slid halfway back into her sex kitten persona, but her body gave her away.The hammering of her pulse meant she wasn’t as immune to this as she might pretend.
My gaze followed the line of her collarbone, peeking out from the open neckline of her blouse.I couldn’t wait to run my tongue along the same path my gaze took, and I didn’t bother trying to hide my desire from her.I couldn’t expect honesty from her if I didn’t offer it up myself—at least in part.I wanted her.It would be foolish to try to hide it.
The swell of her breasts and the dip between was just visible at the edge of her blouse.Sometime very soon I was going to hang a rough-cut diamond around her neck and watch the way it flashed against her gorgeous flesh.Her already hard nipples tightened to points under my gaze.I’d put diamonds there as well.Small jewels on chains that I could cinch around the tips of her swollen nipples.She’d wear them until her breasts ached with the pleasure of the bite of pain and then I’d take them off with my teeth, suckling her abused flesh until I got her to come with nothing more than my mouth.
“Fuck.”She breathed out the word, more of a prayer than a curse, and I wondered for a second if I’d spoken aloud.
It was my turn to arch a brow at her.Her dark eyes had dilated to almost black and her cheeks flushed a pretty rose color.I wondered if the rest of her skin would flush as easily, and my cock throbbed at the idea.
“The way you look at me.As if I’m treasure and you’re some kind of pirate.”She let the rest of the thought trail off and her posture slipped from posing to something that managed to be both more relaxed and somehow more vulnerable at the same time.
“You’re beautiful, Alexandra.Your body and your mind.You’re meant to be savored.”I let the words carry the certainty I felt.I didn’t doubt she was used to being desired, but I had a feeling honest appreciation was another thing entirely.I didn’t have any trouble giving her that.
Ignoring my aching cock, throbbing in time with the beat of my heart, I watched her for a few moments longer, like a diabetic with his face pressed against the window of a candy shop.I intended to look my fill, but I wouldn’t touch her again.Not yet.Not until she begged me for it and only then if I was sure she was really ready.
Every breath she took drew the silk across her tight nipples and I imagined what it must feel like to her.What it would feel like for me to put my mouth on her and suckle her through the silk.Watching her shallow breaths, I tortured us both by keeping her on edge and denying myself what I wanted from her.When she squirmed in her chair, shifting to press her thighs together to relieve some of the ache, I didn’t bother to hide my grin.
WE’D GONE FROM THEWEIRD baby bird thing to talking about Kyle and finally ended up with me wriggling in my chair, so close to coming I was sure a single brush of my clit would set me off.I couldn’t get my bearings around Erik.Every time I thought I knew where we were going, he changed directions on me.It was maddening.And almost as delicious as the beignets.
Any relief I felt at finding out what happened with Kyle was mitigated by the fact that the whole thing was my fault in the first place.I hadn’t wielded the cane but I’d given him permission to do it, permission he’d never have accepted without my prompting him.I was going to unpack all of that later.I hadn’t been lying when I told Erik I started the Gentleman’s Submissive to help people, not hurt them.If there was a better—safer—way to do my job, I’d take the new information and adjust.For now I was going to concentrate on trying not to come, sitting in the chair next to the too sure of himself attorney.
