What was funny was that on paper, Soren was everything my parents disapproved of. Never married, raised by (gasp) a single mother in a blue state. No college degree, no family money to speak of, only what he had made for himself. He dated pop stars and actresses but didn't give a hoot about brand names. And yet, the man filled out a suit like no other. They wouldn't even balk if I arrived at some big-wig function with Soren on my arm.
Because with them, appearances were everything. Mama had hammered that into Viv and me before we were old enough to walk.
“What are you thinking about so hard over there?”
I chewed on my lip, deciding between propriety and honesty. Soren liked it when I was honest, when I told him what I wanted. Even when it was indecent. No,especiallywhen it was indecent.
So, I told him.
“I’m thinking about whether you look hotter in a suit or your uniform.”
His lips kicked up. That cocky smile would be my undoing.
He came off the doorframe, towering over me. There weren't a lot of people who made me feel so . . . delicate, but Soren was one of them. Even after a couple weeks of whatever this was between us, I still hadn't gotten used to it.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me onto my tiptoes. With shaky fingers, I laced my hands around his neck. The twinkle in his eyes told me I had done good.
I licked my lips when his hands coasted down my back, past my ass, until they slipped beneath the hem of my sundress. It was about three inches shorter than what I usually wore, which was exactly why I’d known I needed it as soon as I’d tried it on. My mother would hate it, but Soren would love it. And that was a thrilling combination.
His heady gaze intensified when his fingers skimmed along the seam of my lacy thong, another new purchase.
"This is new," he said, sliding a finger inside my panties. "I like it."
And just when I thought he might kiss me, his tone changed completely.
"You know what Idon'tlike? Finding videos of me on Tiktok." I swallowed. He walked us farther into the room, shutting the door behind us, all without taking his eyes—or hands—off mine. He backed me toward the bed, until the back of my knees met the mattress and I had no choice but to sit down, bringing my face front and center with the erection tenting his slacks.
"Especially ones I don't know about. Or agree to."
"About that—"
"However," he interrupted. "You've got a job to do. I get it."
He ran his fingers through my hair—I was suddenly thankful today had been a hair wash day—before curling his hand around the back of my neck.
My eyes widened when his hand tightened. "But that doesn't mean you shouldn't be punished."
That had my shoulders tensing and pussy clenching.
"Do you like the sound of that, naughty girl?"
"Yes."
He smiled. "Good."
I wasn't sure what to expect next. Maybe for him to order me to unzip his pants, pull his cock out, and take him down my throat. We hadn't done that yet. Truthfully, I wasn't sure I was ready for it either.
What I did not expect was for Soren to reach under my dress and drag my panties down. The look he gave me from between my thighs was downright carnal.
"Roll over, blondie. Knees and elbows.
I blinked, but did as he said.Thiswas my punishment?
He climbed onto the bed behind me, still fully clothed. When he bunched my dress up, exposing me completely from the waist down, I looked back over my shoulder. There wasn't much to see from this position, not when my ass was thrust so high in the air. But I felt him.
I felt his warm breath tickle my pussy lips.
"I've been dying for a taste of this cunt all day."
