An array of high-heeled shoes has been assembled behind the screen and I slide my feet into a pair of ivory satin courts before daring to look at myself in the mirror.
I don’t recognise the woman staring back at me, but I like her. A lot. She’s sexy, sophisticated, empowered, and about to burn a tonne of plastic.
I take a deep breath, summon my inner brazen whore, and strut out from behind the screen with my pulse hammering in my throat.
Archie’s eyes meticulously absorb the view in a painfully slow examination.
His silence is killing me.
My stomach levitates. ‘What do you think?’
Blue sapphires blaze hot enough to incinerate me where I stand.
‘I think I need a closer look.’ In one swift leap, he’s on his feet. Hooded slits narrow and darken, as those powerful legs strut across the room with a firm purpose. In this moment, he looks every bit the hot, off-limit bodyguard he is.
But this man is on the edge of doing something neither of us can come back from. And he knows it.
Good.
Now he can appreciate what it’s like for me watching him strut around like an Adonis under my roof, twenty-four-seven.
There’s something so fucking arousing about being so exposed while he’s fully clothed in that body-moulding suit that I love so much. His poised posture screams strength, authority and control.
I stand rigid as he circles me like a hungry lion.
If only he’d devour me.
‘Spread your legs. I want to see how that thing sits between your gorgeous ass cheeks,’ he commands.
My mouth dries as my thighs part six inches.
‘Wider,’ he demands, staring at my lower half.
For once, I do as I’m told, watching in the mirrored walls. He bites his lower lip before whistling lowly.
A hot finger trails across my stomach, fingering the silk of the suspender belt from front to back, tracing the material backwards as it slips between my cheeks and lower.
For one magnificent, fleeting second, his index finger brushes over my sex before he yanks it away.
I wanted to tease him.
I was a fool.
He’s the one calling the shots here.
Who am I kidding? He has done since he got here.
I’d do well to remember it.
Warm fingers trace lightly across my bare bum, leaving goosebumps in their wake. They dip closer to my sex with maddening circular sweeps. ‘You wanted me to see you like this.’ It’s an accusation, dare, and invitation rolled into one. ‘So, show me. Bend over.’
I obey, dropping forwards so my nails graze the carpet in front of me, keeping my eyes intently adhered to his in the mirror.
If I hadn’t planned on buying the lingerie, I’d be left with no other choice. The material is destroyed by my desire.
‘You want to drive me insane with lust, so I’ll risk everything to be with you.’ A thick, decadent finger slips inside the thong, swiping through my slick arousal.
He’s right. I wanted this. I wanted to bring him to his knees. ‘Yes.’
