He hoists me into his arms, and a surprised squeal escapes me. He starts toward the bedroom, but I stop him.
“Wait. Grab my suitcase.”
He looks at me, confused. “Why?”
“I have a surprise.”
He doesn’t question me further. Just grabs it, carrying us both toward his bedroom.
The second he lowers me to my feet, I push him onto the bed, kicking the door shut with my foot.
“Close your eyes.”
“Violet.” His tone is edged with worry. “You better not think of leaving.”
I giggle, stripping quickly. “I’m not going anywhere. Ever.” I fumble with his tie. I manage to slip it into the suitcase without him seeing. “I’m your stalker. Remember?”
He grunts. “I wish my stalker would get her ass over here.”
I step back, checking myself in the mirror. I’m wearing the jacket and tie he left at my house... and nothing else.
His smell is fading from the jacket. Probably because I wore it while working.
What can I say?
I’m obsessed with him.
“Okay. You can look now.”
His eyes darken with desire as he takes me in. I stop, striking a pose, fingering his silky tie.
“What do you think?”
“I think you better get your ass over and let me take those off you.” His gaze drops to the tie. “And let me tie you up with that.”
I make a tsking noise, stepping closer. “Impatient.” I lean over him. “Don’t you know good things come to those who wait.”
“I’ve been waiting too damn long.”
My fingers run through his hair. “It didn’t take me that long to change.”
“Two minutes is too long,” he snaps.
I smile, my gaze raking over his body. Despite being an accountant, he’s lean and muscular in all the right places. Because I stalked him, I know why. He takes regular exercise breaks, doing push-ups, squats, calf raises, and planks.
“Poor baby,” I say, my lips close to his. “I’ve frustrated you.”
He reaches out, grabs the jacket, and pulls me against him.
I laugh, pushing away slightly. “I have plans for you.”
He releases a frustrated groan. “What kind of plans?”
Instead of answering, I crawl between his legs. His breath hitches when I wrap a hand around his hard length, stroking him through his pants.
“Shhh. No more talking. Just relax.”
His head falls back on the pillow. “Your hand is on my dick. There’s no way I’m going to?—”
