I pull my shirt over my head and toss it at Macallan, who’s watching me intently, his eyes hooded in desire. The sight weakens my knees, making me feel off balance. Taking a deep breath, I press ahead, turning slowly as I make a show of unclasping my bra. Slipping one strap over my shoulder, I look over the opposite shoulder, meeting Mac’s intense gaze. With a smirk, I remove the other strap, the song ending just as I’ve turned back around, the cups of my bra still covering my breasts.
“Okay, time to see what you remember.” I grin, reclasping my bra, much to his disappointment. Leaning down, I grab my phone and pull up the lyrics to the song. “Give me one full line.”
“I...” He blows out a heavy breath. “I stopped listening the second you started taking off your shirt.” He barks out a laugh, instant regret tugging at his features as he places a hand over the wound in his stomach.
“If you can’t complete the assignment, you can’t claim your reward.” I give him a seductive smile.
“Wait, there’s a reward? You never said anything about a reward.”
“Hmm. Did I forget to mention that part?” I play coy.
“I want a redo.”
“Are you sure you’re ready this time?”
“I’m sure.” His face hardens with resolve.
“Okay then.” I press play on another random song, this one a fast-paced country tune that starts off with a banjo solo.
As soon as the man starts to sing, I resume my actions. Unclasping my bra before peeling each strap down my shoulder at a snail’s pace. Only this time, I let the materialfall, revealing my bare chest. I bite down on my bottom lip to cover the smile that touches my mouth at the way Mac’s nostrils flare.
Sliding my hands down my abdomen, I slip my fingers into the band of my leggings, inching them over my hips before turning, bending at the waist to peel them down my legs, giving him the perfect view of my ass through my barely there pink panties.
If his audible inhale is any indication, I’d say he rather enjoys the view, though I don’t linger for long, straightening once I’ve removed my pants completely, turning back to face him now in only my underwear.
He’s sitting up straighter now, his back no longer pressed to the headboard as his eyes track my every movement. I take one step toward him and then another, making a show of leaning over to retrieve my phone just as the song ends.
“Well, Mr. Stewart. Are you ready to recite your line?”
“I traded my boots for memories and a map of where we used to be.” He rattles off the lyrics word for word, a triumphant smirk lighting up his face. “Now, about my reward.”
“Not yet. We’re nowhere close to done.” I shake my head.
“I hate to point out the obvious, but you’re down to only one article of clothing.”
“Which means things are about to get very interesting.” I wink, quickly scrolling through songs until I randomly click on one, this time a rock song. “Two lines this time.”
I lose my panties by the first chorus, spending the remainder of the song, swaying my hips, running my hands over my boobs, across my abdomen, between my thighs, anywhere I can think to make him squirm.
By the time the song ends, he’s breathing heavily, eyes narrowed like he’s tempted to ignore his injury in lieu of replacing my hands with his own.
“Two lines.” I take a step back in case he decides to make a move.
“And then I get my reward?”
“If you can recite both lines perfectly.” I nod slowly.
“Crashing through the silence like a storm that won’t obey. I light the match and watch the past go up in flames today.” He smiles, clearly pleased with himself. “How’d I do?”
“Every word right.” I drop my phone onto his dresser before sauntering toward him. “Back against the headboard,” I instruct, my own arousal palpable. “Do not move,” I add once he’s in position. “No matter what I do, you must stay still. No tensing.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I grab the waistband of his pants.
“Lift.”
He immediately obeys, lifting his hips, allowing me to slide off his joggers and boxers in one fluid motion. Peeling them the rest of the way down his legs, I toss them onto the floor before climbing onto the bed.
