Page 65 of Naughty November

But then, as I plucked the pretty things from behind his dresser where they’d clearly fallen and been forgotten, the material slipping over my fingers like a cool satin waterfall, it occurred to me that it probably wasn’t what I was picturing. Holden had, after all, recently been dating a woman.

But then again, I hadn’t ever thought I’d get a taste of sweet little Holden Sinclair, and today had already proven me wrong about that, so maybe I’d luck out again and it really was a fantasy of mine come to life.

The only way to find out was to ask.

I curled my fist around the two sexy scraps of lingerie and headed back out to the needy boy waiting for me on the couch.

“You came back,” he said, twisting his hands in his shirt as he blushed, legs still spread wide and that shiny silver cage front and center, calling me toward him like a siren.

I grinned at him, my cock throbbing hard in my pants as it begged to come out and play.

Soon, but not yet.

“Of course I did, button. And I come bearing gifts.” I set the bottle I’d brought back on the couch next to him, and held up the lace and satin. “Please tell me these are yours.”

He scooted up on the couch, shaking his head. “Um, no? They must be Cindy’s. I thought I’d found all her stuff already, but you can just, um, just put them in there, with the rest of it.”

He gestured to the cardboard box I’d moved off the couch earlier.

“Or,” I suggested, doing nothing to hide the husky timbre of lust in my voice as I dragged the soft material over his thighs. “I could put them where I really want them.”

“Where is that?” he whispered, a shiver running through him.

“On you.”

He froze. “You, um, you want me to wear Cindy’s?—”

“No,” I cut him off sharply. I didn’t want her name on his lips while he was giving himself over to me like this.

Actually, I didn’t want her name on his lips ever again.

“Finders, keepers,” I claimed, holding up the pretty camisole and matching panties. “As far as I’m concerned, these are yours now.”

They weren’t sized for a male body, but with its thin straps and loose, draping fit, the top should do just fine on his slim frame.

And the panties? With his cock locked away, they should cover things just fine, too.

Ifhe’d wear them for me.

Fuck, just the thought of it had my cock throbbing in my pants. “They’d really look so pretty on you, baby.”

Holden licked his lips, his eyes darting uncertainly between me and the two pieces of lingerie. “You want me to be… pretty?”

“You already are pretty, but I’d love to see you in these, too. Love it if you were willing to dress up a little, just for me.”

I was pushing it, I knew that. Hell, he’d never even been with aman before and here I was, pushing him to step even further out of his comfort zone just because my dick had turned to steel at the thought of being able to take my own attraction to pretty men a step beyond that.

It was probably too much to ask when we’d only just reconnected.

But I was asking anyway, and not just because I wanted to see him wearing soft, feminine things, which I already knew he’d be stunning in and I absolutelydidwant to see… but because his willingness to hand over control to me was intoxicating, and I wanted more of it.

I also wanted to prove to him just how good I could make it feel when he truly submitted that control to me, especially after it had gone so disastrously wrong for him before.

His pulse was beating hard and fast at the base of his throat, making his uncertainty clear. But the way he squirmed on the couch, his eyes locked onto the silky things I was holding and his caged cock still pressing hard against the bars, told me he wasn’t entirely opposed, either.

Which meant it was time to do what he’d asked me to, and not make him think.

“Stand up, button.”