And Dane himself, just standing there while I took over.
Would he let me do it?
Yeah. Probably. If I worked fast.
What guy wouldn’t?
I pictured my hands, reaching out to peel the fabric down. And smelling him, that fantastic smell of his, all warm from the shower…
And seeing his dick for the first time. Naked.
Maybe it would be soft when I first laid eyes on it. Swollen, though, from the heat of the shower?
Maybe it would be half-hard.
Maybe it would be all hard.
Dear God, what if it moved when I looked at it?
The hungry pang deep inside me in response to that thought was disturbing.
I had never, ever gotten aroused thinking about Dane Davenport.
Well… until this past week, during our heated verbal battles. That was slightly arousing. Okay, so my panties were wet a few times during. And after. And I was a little flustered.
Maybe now that I was letting myself marry him, I could admit that to myself.
But as much as I probably wanted to in high school, I never let myself get worked up about him back then.
And over the years… I’d never touched myself thinking about him. I’d never brought myself to orgasm while thinking about him, or pictured him while I was having sex with someone else.
At least, not on purpose.
But his face had definitely popped into my head, uninvited, in that vulnerable moment when I’d just climaxed and I was falling apart.
More than once.
I was picturing him now, his face in my head. What would his face look like when I blew him?
Holy God, my panties were already wet.
Calm down.
This is not sexy.
It’s just a business deal.
I’d been over and over this. How to play this. And the only thing I kept coming back to was: I had to take control. I had to take his dick in my mouth and show him who was really boss here.
Yes, he was my employer. Technically. But in that bedroom?
He was not the boss of me.
What I did not understand was why my panties were alreadysoaked throughjust thinking about it.
Yes, he was hot. But I didn’twanthim. I’d never had sex with a guy I didn’tlikebefore.
That would be twisted.
