“Yeah. Here.” I take a step away before sitting on the bench in the room.
The war that’s going on inside her head is evident on her face. But all she gets from me is a smirk.
“Last night, you were on overthinking overload,” I offer, gripping the back of my neck. “Today, we fix that.”
She narrows her eyes as if she’s considering what I’m saying before she counters, “I’m not nervous to be nude in front of you, if that’s what you think. I just had on ugly underwear, and I wanted to look…better than laundry day.”
“That’s not what I think,” I breathe out. “What Ithinkis that you’ve probably never undressed with a man’s eyes on you, let alone three at the same time. So I thought a little practice might quell any nervous —”
“Thoughts?” she finishes.
“Yeah,” I offer in return. “Because trust me. We’re gonna watch.”
She laughs before unhooking the lace bra and tossing it at me. “So you want me to put on a show?” The panties follow.
I catch them before tossing the set aside as I relax my back against the wall, making myself more comfortable.
My tongue darts out over my bottom lip before I answer, “No. No show. Just undress for me.”
The way I level my words at her makes her shiver as she stares back into my eyes. All the bravado she just had melts away until she cocks her head and whispers, “How?”
Damn, the way this woman journeys through innocence to find filth makes my dick hard.
“Just go slow. Show off. Be admired.”
Margot takes a deep breath before reaching for her T-shirt. She runs her hands under the hem and lifts the fabric, revealing her stomach first, before I see the underside of her breasts.
Fuck.She’s not wearing a bra.
I thought the one she was playing with was fitted overallher clothes. Suddenly, the idea of her walking around these shops without anything underneath that T-shirt makes me want to do very dirty shit to her.
Dammit.
I’m locked on her, watching as she lifts the shirt the rest of the way over her head before discarding it to the ground.
My eyes drift greedily over her body, taking in every curve and dip of her breasts, appreciating the slope and how her nipples pebble, begging for my attention.
She bites her bottom lip, just as affected as I feel.
“You’re not done,” I direct.
Her lips part as she lets out a quiet laugh. “So bossy.”
“You have no idea.”
Her fingers drag below the surface of her leggings as she sticks her hands inside them before she torturously tugs them down far too slowly.
Wells said she was a fast learner last night, and I definitely believe him. Because the way she’s staring at me, enjoying my attention, makes me want to stand up and pin her against a wall.
I lean forward, bringing my forearms to my knees. Because I want to get closer. She’s got her pants hovering just above her pussy. Her chin lifts as she teases, exposing only a few hairs.
Goddammit. No underwear either?
“Am I doing this right?” she says huskily.
Oh, she’s fucking doing it right. She’s also testing all the willpower I have in my body.
My plan was for me to say dirty shit to her while she undressed, until she attacked me. Then I’d back her against a wall and let her grind her greedy little pussy on my leg.
