Page 31 of For the Sub

But this morning, she could have pretended not to notice him in the produce department. Instead, she’d approached him and made up an excuse that compelled him to attend her party.

Over the last few years, he’d had models and actresses drop suggestive hints about hooking up, but the fact Brandy had only asked him to attend as a friend had snagged his attention and reeled him in.

“Since you didn’t give me any instructions, I went with lady’s choice.”

“Well done,” he assured her. “The color works.” The gentle pastel complemented her porcelain skin. He’d never have known he liked anything other than bold or bright.

“You might want to put the sweater on the counter or the table, Sir,” she suggested. “Otherwise, MW will think it’s his new blanket.”

“I’ve never had to consider pets when I took off a woman’s clothes.”

“Is that a problem?” She drew her eyebrows together.

“Relax, beautiful Brandy.” He ran his thumb across her forehead. “I have no issue with your four-legged friends.”

“Good. Because you haven’t met them all yet.”

“You… What? There’s more?”

She gave a quick grin. “More of everything for you, Sir.”

“Then let’s get on with it.” He reached around her to unfasten her bra clasp.

She shrugged from the straps, spilling her luscious breasts into his palms.

Immediately, his cock hardened.

Maybe he should have masturbated a second time before leaving his cabin.

“Thank you,” she murmured as he lightly squeezed.

“They need to be marked.”

“God, yes, they do, Sir.”

Her passionate intensity matched his.

Even though she was distracted, she somehow managed to deposit the brassiere right on top of her sweater.

He fondled her nipples until they beaded, then he pinched them hard.

“You’re making me wet, Sir.”

“Good.” He hitched up her skirt and placed one of his legs between hers. He dragged her closer and held her tight. “Hump my thigh like the needy, gorgeous woman you are.”

Her eyes darkened to the color of a still, deep mountain lake.

Without a word, she leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck before maneuvering her pelvis so that her clit would be stimulated, even through her layers of clothing.

Niles cradled the back of her head then dug his fingers into her hair, supporting her as she began a slow, rhythmic rocking motion. He’d effectively imprisoned her, and if he had his way, he’d never let her go.

“Oh, oh, Sir.”

“I want your orgasm, Brandy. Give it to me.”

She moved faster and faster, her frantic exhalations warming his chest.

Having her in his arms seemed inevitable, and despite the difference in their sizes, the fit was perfect. “That’s it,” he told her. Then he moved one hand lower to slap her sweet ass.