“Problem?” I tease, and he visibly inhales, his neck twisting as his hands lower and he gathers my dress, lifting it higher and higher until the lower half of me is exposed.He stares at me, bare in the mirror, his eyes darkening to something feral.
He moved almost everything into my apartment the night I asked him to, and there’s not a single part of my body he hasn’t touched, kissed, or fucked like it was made only for him. But right now, he’s looking at me like he’d rather spank my pussy raw for walking around uncovered than drop to his knees and worship her.
“Hold it.”
I take the dress from his hands, bunching the fabric and holding it above my waist, knowing exactly what he’s searching for. He finds a black thong—matching my dress—and lowers to the floor, one knee down, one foot flat. I lift each foot slowly, stepping into the underwear that he leaves around my ankles.
He rises slowly to his full height, his mercury-silver stare holding me in place as the sharp clank of his belt buckle echoes in the room. I clutch my dress tighter, and his fingers slide up the column of my throat before he grips my jaw and turns my head toward the mirror.
“Watch,” he orders.
He spits into his palm and wraps his hand around his cock, and I can’t look away. He fucks his fist like he’s fucking me, every stroke dragging heat across my skin even though he hasn’t really laid a hand on me.
“You see what you do to me?”
He’s grunting, groaning, and getting close. His grip tightens onmy face, his thumb brushing just beneath my cheekbone as he drops his lips to my neck.
“Hold your dress higher.”
I gather the fabric and lift it, exposing more of myself to him.
“Fuck, look at that pretty pussy. You’re already dripping for my cock, and I haven’t even touched you.”
The muscles in his forearm flex with each brutal stroke, and I can see the veins standing out along his length, the head already glistening. With my name falling from his lips, he comes hard, and I watch him drag the thick head of his cock through his release, smearing it all over my pussy until I’m marked the way he needs me to be.
“You’re gonna wear me under that dress all night because this is how you’re mine.”
He crouches down, his eyes still on mine as he slides my underwear up, adjusting the black lace until it sits perfectly in place, sealing everything against my skin.
“There, perfect.”
“I’m good to go now?”
“Now that your cunt’s covered in my cum?” He presses his mouth to mine while fastening his belt. “Yeah. You’re good.”
The smile that breaks across his face is devastating—boyish innocence mixed with something dark and everything I love about him. His arms wrap around my back, pulling me flush against him, and I lace mine around his neck, my fingers threading into the soft hair at his nape.
“You’ll be pleased to know that once tonight’s out of the way, I’m passing the Lawson job to someone from my team. The design’s done, and I’ve got enough people who can take it from here.”
“Baby, I know this project matters to you.”
“Nothing is more important than you. And honestly, I don’t want to have to spend any more time with him. I’ll nod and smile tonight, then I’ll have a meeting on Monday and see who has the most time… a guy, obviously. I’d never pass it on to another woman, all things considered.”
“You’re serious?”
“Completely. The project’s basically finished anyway. Someone else can handle the final touches.”
“Please,” he whispers against my lips, his forehead pressed to mine. “Can we stay here?”
I almost say yes. Almost.
“Sorry, baby,” I whisper, brushing my nose against his. “Lianna bought a new dress, and she’ll have your ass if she doesn’t get to wear it.”
“Is she meeting us here?”
“No. We’ll swing by her place and grab her.” He nods and holds me tighter, his hands sliding up my back. “Are you sure you’ll be able to get into this thing tonight?”
“Yeah, the security cameras are trash, and if you don’t use the front entrance, it’s easy.”
