him.
“It is. I want it more than anything.” He didn’t say it, but I heard the implication loud and clear: I want you more than anything.
“You’ll have a hard time trying to tame me,” I teased.
“Do or do not, there is no try.”
“Are you quoting Star Wars to me? That’s not very sexy.”
“Really? I thought it was super sexy. Come to the dark side, Stephanie…”
I laughed.
“I have to get ready,” I said. “You’re still picking me up at six, right?”
“Yes. Wait. I have instructions for you for tonight.”
“Instructions?” I smudged the pencil in the corner of my eye for a smoky look. Perfect.
“Wear a short dress.”
“Short? How short?”
“The shorter the better.”
I looked down at my little red cocktail dress. The hem hit mid-thigh. I tugged it up slightly with one hand.
“You got it. Is red okay?”
“ Is red okay? She asks if red is okay. I think you know exactly why I proposed to you, Steph.”
“Alright, Casanova, don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“Red is fine. And don’t worry, I won’t propose. Yet.”
“Thanks.”
“And no underwear.”
I blushed even though there was nobody else in the room.
“No… no underwear?”
“You can wear a bra, but that’s it. No panties.”
I slipped a hand under my dress.
“I’m taking them off right now,” I said. I pulled the black thong down and shimmied out of it.
“Good.” His voice was breathy. “Excellent. I’ll see you at six, Stephanie Hart.”
“I’ll see you then, Mr. Black.”
Chapter Ten
Lucas
My Lord, she looked like a goddess in red, with her blonde hair draped loosely over her shoulders. It was all I could do not to fall to my knees in front of her and find out with my tongue if she had followed my orders. I swallowed hard as she leaned forward and grazed my lips with a kiss that tempted me more than anything, the scent of vanilla wafting in front of her.
Even when we got to my apartment, she walked in as though she owned the place. I decided that it was time to see if she was willing to play by my rules. I stopped her with a hand on one hip.
“Yes?” She turned, and I let my hand drag down over the curve of her ass.
“I wanted to make sure you had followed my instructions,” I said. I gave her ass a light slap. God, it was delicious to watch her ass jiggle at my touch. “Perfect.”
She bit her lip.
“Shall we have drinks first?” I asked.
“Sure, maybe a little.” She sat down on one of the kitchen stools, shaking out her long blonde hair. I stayed where I was.
“There’s glasses in the cabinet near your head,” I said.
She looked over, then looked back at me.
“Aren’t you going to pour us the drinks?”
“No. I want you to do it.”
She frowned.
“Are you ordering me around?”
“Yes.”
She crossed her arms.
“Why?”
“Because I like to. And you like to obey me.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but then she shut it again. Wordlessly, she went to the cabinet and got two glasses out. I’d already gotten Alex to retrieve a bottle of the Maison Verte, and it was sitting on the counter. I nodded to it.
“Pour me a glass of wine.”
She eyed me steadily as she went back around the counter. She found the bottle opener and began to uncork the wine. All the while, I studied the way she moved. Her curves were soft over her muscles, but I could tell her strength by the way she pulled at the cork. When it finally popped out, her mouth opened in a small O of surprise.
I found myself completely, utterly aroused.
“Here you are,” she said. She poured the wine awkwardly into the glass, but didn’t spill any. Good.
“Now one for yourself.”
When both glasses were poured, I clinked my glass against hers and lifted it to my mouth. She didn’t drink, though.
“Steph? Aren’t you going to have any?”
“Is this why you want a wife?” she asked, peering intently at me. “So that you can have a servant to order around?”
“I have plenty of
“It is. I want it more than anything.” He didn’t say it, but I heard the implication loud and clear: I want you more than anything.
“You’ll have a hard time trying to tame me,” I teased.
“Do or do not, there is no try.”
“Are you quoting Star Wars to me? That’s not very sexy.”
“Really? I thought it was super sexy. Come to the dark side, Stephanie…”
I laughed.
“I have to get ready,” I said. “You’re still picking me up at six, right?”
“Yes. Wait. I have instructions for you for tonight.”
“Instructions?” I smudged the pencil in the corner of my eye for a smoky look. Perfect.
“Wear a short dress.”
“Short? How short?”
“The shorter the better.”
I looked down at my little red cocktail dress. The hem hit mid-thigh. I tugged it up slightly with one hand.
“You got it. Is red okay?”
“ Is red okay? She asks if red is okay. I think you know exactly why I proposed to you, Steph.”
“Alright, Casanova, don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“Red is fine. And don’t worry, I won’t propose. Yet.”
“Thanks.”
“And no underwear.”
I blushed even though there was nobody else in the room.
“No… no underwear?”
“You can wear a bra, but that’s it. No panties.”
I slipped a hand under my dress.
“I’m taking them off right now,” I said. I pulled the black thong down and shimmied out of it.
“Good.” His voice was breathy. “Excellent. I’ll see you at six, Stephanie Hart.”
“I’ll see you then, Mr. Black.”
Chapter Ten
Lucas
My Lord, she looked like a goddess in red, with her blonde hair draped loosely over her shoulders. It was all I could do not to fall to my knees in front of her and find out with my tongue if she had followed my orders. I swallowed hard as she leaned forward and grazed my lips with a kiss that tempted me more than anything, the scent of vanilla wafting in front of her.
Even when we got to my apartment, she walked in as though she owned the place. I decided that it was time to see if she was willing to play by my rules. I stopped her with a hand on one hip.
“Yes?” She turned, and I let my hand drag down over the curve of her ass.
“I wanted to make sure you had followed my instructions,” I said. I gave her ass a light slap. God, it was delicious to watch her ass jiggle at my touch. “Perfect.”
She bit her lip.
“Shall we have drinks first?” I asked.
“Sure, maybe a little.” She sat down on one of the kitchen stools, shaking out her long blonde hair. I stayed where I was.
“There’s glasses in the cabinet near your head,” I said.
She looked over, then looked back at me.
“Aren’t you going to pour us the drinks?”
“No. I want you to do it.”
She frowned.
“Are you ordering me around?”
“Yes.”
She crossed her arms.
“Why?”
“Because I like to. And you like to obey me.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but then she shut it again. Wordlessly, she went to the cabinet and got two glasses out. I’d already gotten Alex to retrieve a bottle of the Maison Verte, and it was sitting on the counter. I nodded to it.
“Pour me a glass of wine.”
She eyed me steadily as she went back around the counter. She found the bottle opener and began to uncork the wine. All the while, I studied the way she moved. Her curves were soft over her muscles, but I could tell her strength by the way she pulled at the cork. When it finally popped out, her mouth opened in a small O of surprise.
I found myself completely, utterly aroused.
“Here you are,” she said. She poured the wine awkwardly into the glass, but didn’t spill any. Good.
“Now one for yourself.”
When both glasses were poured, I clinked my glass against hers and lifted it to my mouth. She didn’t drink, though.
“Steph? Aren’t you going to have any?”
“Is this why you want a wife?” she asked, peering intently at me. “So that you can have a servant to order around?”
“I have plenty of
Similar Books
