Page 36 of The Hard Hitter
He stares at me long and hard, and my chest rises and falls, never having seen him so serious or intense before. I’m about to push my chair out, run back to my car and kicking myself for ruining what we have here because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut…again.
“Fine. I’ll go.”
I swallow. Hard. “You will?”
“Sure.” He steeples his fingers. “But there are rules.”
My body heats up as things turn sexy. “Of course there are rules. I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”
“Then we’ll start with you stripping. Right here. Right now.”
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I love the way her cheeks flush and her eyes go wide when I demand things of her. Her fiancé must have been a total asshole if he couldn’t give her what she wanted in the bedroom.
She stands and her hands go to her buttons.
I tap my steepled fingers against my chin. “Nice and slow, Sam.”
She works those damn small buttons, and I grab my phone from my pocket and add a little music to the mix.
“I’ve never done a striptease before,” she says, her voice low, sexy, her arousal evident by the way her eyes are dilating.
“That’s what you get for wearing a dress with ridiculous buttons.”
“Oh, this is punishment is it?”
I grin at her and adjust my pants to accommodate my thickening cock. “Not for me.”
“Not for me, either,” she says, and I love the fucking confidence she’s excluding, love that I can help her free herself and understand that there is no wrong where sex is concerned, as long as it’s between two consenting adults. If I ever cross paths with her ex…
My hands fist at my sides, but I take a deep breath to tamp down my anger. Now is not the time or place. No, now is the time to put my hands and mouth on this gorgeous woman before me, worship her body the way it was meant to be worshiped.
I stand, and my chair flies backward. Time to get her wet…really, really wet. She removes her dress and stands before me in a sexy lace bra and matching panties. I gaze at her, and she laughs.
“Like what you see?”
“Fuck yeah, I do.” I slowly lift my eyes. “The hottest woman on the planet is stripping for me. What’s not to like?”
She stiffens at that, her lids fluttering rapidly. “You don’t have to say things like that.”
“You think I’m feeding you a line, Sam?”
She wiggles her hips and hooks her fingers into the lacy band of her panties. “I saw the way the girls at the club were looking at you the other night. I don’t quite measure up.”
“How is this for measuring up,” I say, and step up to her, push my raging hard-on against her hip. “You’re the woman I’m with. The woman I want. Intelligent, beautiful, caring.”
She blinks up at me, her gaze hungry, needy, bold as she reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra. Before it slides from her body, I take it in my hand, run the lace through my fingers.
“Perfect for tying you up with,” I say, and her entire body quivers.
Her fingers go back to her panties. She turns her back to me, wiggling as she draws then down her legs.
“You keep shaking your ass at me like that, and I just might fuck it.”
She gulps. “I’ve never—”