“Come here.” I stand and lead the way to the full-length mirror in the bedroom. “Look at you.”
“Why would I?”
“Because you said you don’t deny me things.”
“Touché, Miss Thorne.”
It takes him long, apparent torturous seconds, but he manages to face the mirror, and I step behind him. I thread my fingers through that sexy as fuck gray-streaked hair of his.
“You, Dr. Preston Jett, are what us book girlies call aSilver Fox.”
His head turns sideways to face me. “Silver as in gray? You put me in front of a mirror to call me old?”
“Oh, shut up, silly.” I poke at his side, and he goes taut. “A Silver Fox isnotsimply a man with gray hair. It’s so much more than that.”
My arms go around his chest, and I open the lapels of his robe, unhurriedly. “You’re ripped.” One hand slips inside and runs over his skin, down to his abs, my nails trailing back up his pecs. His stomach tightens under my touch. “You’re also smart, successful, emotionally literate. You carried me to bed, fed me, moaned around my stretch marks. You know what you’re doing. Enough to give me lessons.” I give him a cheeky wink. “You’re the Silver Fox dream, Preston. The literal fantasy. The poster boy for hot girl delusion.”
His chest rises and falls while my hand goes rogue.
“You think this is a delusion?” he asks.
“A hundred percent. The only reasonable explanation for this day is that I’m dreaming. Or high on espresso shots and orgasms.”
He smiles, but it’s laced with something deeper. Hunger. “Do you want me to prove this is real? A bite in that perfect ass? A pinch on the clit?”
“Rude,” I joke. “Don’t wake me up. Dream along with me.”
“Well, I have a better idea. You showed me what you see. Now it’s my turn.” He changes places with me, and now I’m the one facing the mirror.
I panic. “Hey, no. What do you think you’re doing?”
“You wanted me to see myself through your eyes, right?”
Words flee me. “I… I…”
“Face the mirror, Mia. You only get to come when you see what I see.”
Preston’s lips fall to my neck, his hand sliding the robe off my shoulders, and my eyes roll back by default.
“I see you. The way you take care of everyone, but freeze when it’s your turn to be cared for.” His hands undo the knot keeping the robe closed at my waist. “Maybe you’re not used to it. Maybe you’ve never been spoiled. But baby, get ready to get sick of it.”
One of my legs quits on me. It literally buckles and I hang tight to his robe sleeves, currently around my waist, to keep standing.
“You like the sound of that, don’t you? Oh Mia, I’m going to indulge your every whim. Put you up on the pedestal you belong on. And I’ll start by worshiping this body every chance you give me.” With the knot gone, his hands glide up my toweled arms before he slips the whole thing off.
I’m so sensitive and hyper alert; even the thud of it falling to the floor arouses me.
“You’re stunning, Mia. Open your eyes, baby.”
Reluctantly, I do. And he’s there, anchoring me.
“Fucking devastating.” He kisses my neck slowly. “And you’re mine,” he growls, like it’s nothing. Am I supposed to hear that and remain vertical? My knees did not consent to that. Oh God. Breathing suddenly feels ambitious.
I’m still dealing with the aftershocks of his words when the hard press of his cock on my back keeps me from overthinking or giving it real meaning.It’s just something he said in the heat of the moment,I tell myself. More of his dirty talk.
“Look at the mirror.” He softens the order by peppering my shoulder with kisses. They start tender, but soon they linger and become wetter. His hands find mine, and he threads our fingers together.
“I don’t blink while I fuck you, have younoticed?”
