Page 257 of Vameer

“Fine.” As amazing as that sounds, I need to make this happen. “Unless it’s hidden by magic or something, I don’t see any zippers. So… just step into the neck hole and pull it all the way up.”

I hold it out to Vameer.

He sighs as he takes it. “No peeking.”

Vameer goes into the next room, and it’s ridiculous how excited I am.

I hear him drop what he’s wearing. Followed by a series of grumbles and grunts.

I clasp my hands together. “You good?”

“It doesn’t fit.”

My shoulders sag. “Really? I would’ve thought Haruto would have the sizing right.”

“Yeah, well… I can’t get it over my shoulders.” Vameer steps through the doorway.

And my jaw unhinges.

He’s saying something. Tugging at parts of the suit. But my ears are buzzing with need for this man to fuck me.

“Rune?”

I keep my eyes on his body. “Sorry, I’m not listening.”

He puts his hands on his hips.

I nod. “Uh-huh. That’s perfect.”

“Perfect? I can’t get it on.”

He’s right.

It’s not on all the way.

The long sleeves hang down from his sides. And yes, that looks odd. But the rest of him… Good gods.

His shoulders and chest are bare.

Bright red material bunches around the narrowest part of his waist. And everything below, starting at his ankles… The fabric is painted on.

It’s so tight I can see every individual muscle as they fire in his thighs. And… the bulge.

He is not wearing his drawers under that.

He’s wearing nothing under that.

My hands itch to reach out and palm his length.

“Can we role-play?” I’m practically panting.

A sultry growl rolls out of Vameer. “Sí, Mate. We can play.”

He takes a step toward me.

I hold my hands up. “You’re gonna be the superhero. I’ll be the damsel in distress.”

His growl deepens, and he takes another step forward.