Page 62 of Badd Baby

"Take the robe off," I said, lounging low in the bed with my head propped up on a couple pillows, the blanket draped low over my hips.

Her nostrils flared, and she swallowed hard again. "Duncan—"

"You ready to sleep?" I ask.

"No, but—"

"So take the robe off."

She slid her phone and the keycard out of the pockets and held them in one hand, hesitated a moment, and then unknotted the belt. The edges sagged open, baring a slice of her lush, nubile body down her centerline—throat, breastbone, the inner swells of her breasts, belly, navel, and a hint of her pussy.

She hesitated again, licking her lips. "Duncan…"

"Off." This was my way of putting emotional distance between us.

Keep it hot, keep it sexy, keep it physical. Give her orders, keep her off balance. In a way, this was for her. She wanted the distance. She wanted to keep this casual and fun.

So that's what we'd do.

Rune searched my face, sucked in a deep breath, and then slid the robe open, letting it slip down her arms to pool at her feet. Her heavy, teardrop breasts swayed subtly with her slow but deep breaths, flat belly tensing and relaxing. Her nipples peaked as I watched, pebbling to hard points.

She took a step toward me, but I held up a hand. "Stay there."

"What is this?" she asked.

"Pinch your nipples."

"Duncan—"

"Trust me." I slid the blanket down an inch or two. "Do it."

Shifting her weight from foot to foot, she searched me, swallowing hard, eyes dancing, flicking to my abs, the low rise of the blanket over my burgeoning erection.

Her hands drifted up to her belly, hesitated. Licking her lips, Rune cupped her breasts. Finger and thumb of each hand gently seized her nipples and squeezed. Her eyes widened and she sucked in a short, sharp breath. "There, now what—"

"Hard."

I waited, face blank, a slight smirk on my lips—the smirk I knew annoyed her and turned her on in equal measure.

"Duncan, I don't under—"

"Pinch your nipples for me, Rune. Hard. Really hard."

Her thighs pressed together, and she caught her lower lip in her teeth, brow furrowing as she considered my demand.

And then she did it.

She pinched her nipples hard enough that she squealed out loud in a shrill gasp, thighs squeezing together against her pussy.

"Touch yourself." I slid the blanket lower, showing her the upper couple of inches of my hardening cock. "Touch your pussy, Rune."

Gnawing on her lip, Rune trailed her right hand down her body, fit her fingers over the dark triangle of her sex.

My heart hammering, I lifted my chin. "Touch your pussy, Rune. I want to watch you finger your clit."

Her middle finger dipped inward, and she sucked in a breath and her eyelids fluttered.

"Keep going."