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“I’m not wearing any underwear. No panties. No bra. Nothing. I am completely naked underneath this dress.”
My cock hardens and lengthens. It wants what Paisley is offering. I have one thing to settle first.
I fist her hair. “Are you telling me you spent an entire evening at an event with men staring at you while you were naked underneath your dress?”
“I didn’t stutter, although I don’t believe men were staring at me. They were too afraid of you.”
“As they should be.” I tug on her hair. “Were you planning to go to the event in Smuggler’s Hideaway without panties on?”
If so, I’ll have to punish her. I’ll spank her ass until she promises to never ever leave the house without panties on again. No one should have easy access to what is mine.
And make no mistake about it. Paisley is mine. She might not be mine forever. But she’s mine for now.
“I was still getting dressed when you arrived.”
“You were wearing shoes.”
“And? Is there an order for how I should dress? Do shoes always have to be last?”
“Stop joking with me.”
“I’m not trying to joke. I’m trying to convince you to have sex with me.” She licks her lips. “The idea of you bending me over the sofa is especially appealing.”
I groan. “You’re making it awful hard to keep my promise not to have sex with you.”
She grabs hold of my cock and squeezes. “Yes, it is hard.”
“I want to prove to you there’s more to us than our chemistry.”
“I love chemistry. I have a college degree in chemistry. I think I have enough knowledge of chemistry. Let’s move on to the portion of the evening where you provide me with orgasms.”
“Orgasms? You want more than one?”
She shrugs. “I want two. I thought you might need a challenge.”
“I do love a good challenge.”
She nips my bottom lip. “I challenge you, Eli Raider, to give me more than one orgasm tonight.”
My blood heats as my hard length presses against my pants – intent on getting to the object of its desires.
“I’ll give you as many orgasms as you want tonight.”
“Just to be clear, I want at least three.”
“You said two before.”
“It isn’t a challenge unless it’s hard.”
I press her against the wall and shove my cock against her stomach. “I think I proved it’s hard.”
Her eyes flare. “You did.”
“You want me to bend you over the sofa?”
“Yes, please.”
“You won’t claim our relationship is based solely on sex?”