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dress off the rack. She was finding it difficult to focus, to catch her breath, so she didn’t resist when he told her to raise her arms and lowered the clinging fabric over her head. It was a backless halter with a plunging neckline and short skirt. Classy but revealing. Sexy.
”You picked this out?”
“Don’t sound that surprised. It’s insulting.”
Caroline was so aroused she wanted to scream in frustration. But more than that she wanted him inside her. “Jefferson, is there a lock on that door?”
He was zipping up her skirt, but he stilled at her words. She knew he was thinking about it. Knew he wanted it. “Lock it,” she urged. “and we don’t have to wait for your bed.”
“Don’t think tempting me will get you out of this shoot.” He stepped back and unbuttoned his shirt with stiff fingers. “Would you take off my boots, Caroline?”
The message was clear. He was the one in charge. He would tease and torment her as he saw fit and she would have to do her best to convince him her idea was better without making a single demand. She knew how the game was played.
She dropped to her knees, the skirt snug around her thighs, and took off his boots. When she was done, she looked up at him and licked her lips. “Jeans too?”
“Yes.” The word was sandpaper rough and thick with desire. She undid his buckle and the buttons of his jeans slowly, enjoying the rock-hard erection pressing insistently against her fingers.
His hand went into her hair and she arched against his touch like a cat, making him growl. “That is the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen. I like you on your knees, Caroline.”
She trembled, feeling vulnerable and raw. “I like it too.”
“I know you do, baby.”
His fingers tightened in her hair for a breathless moment before he released her and moved back toward the clothing rack for the jeans he’d been given to model.
“Troublemakers?”
He frowned at her, stepping out of his own pair and into the snug, dark denim. He grimaced as he adjusted his erection. “Your reaction is exactly why I refuse to let them use that name. Let it go or there might be another spanking in your future.”
Yes . She got to her feet slowly, straightening her skirt and turning in a slow circle. “What do you think?”
His new jeans were still unbuttoned when he pressed her back against the wall, one large fist gripping her wrists and holding them above her head. “I think I’m wishing I’d locked the door.”
A timid knock sounded on the door and Jefferson swore against her lips. “We’ll finish this conversation soon. No arguing, now. Behave. Once this is done…”
He let the sentence hang unfinished, full of promise and heavy with need. Caroline nodded, a rush of excitement pumping through her veins. He’d planned on her submission. He’d bought her a dress that fit her like a glove and was exactly her style. His behavior was so naturally dominant that it was hard for her to remember that they weren’t in that kind of relationship—yet. Something devilish inside her was begging to be set free. She wanted to push him, to give him a taste of how much control a woman could command from the bottom.
She wanted to play.
If the designers needed him to look hungry and passionate, to make every woman who saw him in a magazine or on a billboard rush out to by Jefferson’s jeans for her man…it would just be rude of her not to help them out.
***
Jefferson had made a strategic mistake. He’d known it from the moment he’d gotten her into that dress, and it had gone downhill from there. He watched as the stylists came in, following his direction to pin her hair up in a tousled, sleepy twist that left sable tendrils curling along the nape of her kissable neck and at her temples.
All he wanted to do was send them away again.
Caroline’s siren smile distracted him. She hadn’t wanted to do this, hadn’t liked the idea at first, but no one would know it from how quickly
”You picked this out?”
“Don’t sound that surprised. It’s insulting.”
Caroline was so aroused she wanted to scream in frustration. But more than that she wanted him inside her. “Jefferson, is there a lock on that door?”
He was zipping up her skirt, but he stilled at her words. She knew he was thinking about it. Knew he wanted it. “Lock it,” she urged. “and we don’t have to wait for your bed.”
“Don’t think tempting me will get you out of this shoot.” He stepped back and unbuttoned his shirt with stiff fingers. “Would you take off my boots, Caroline?”
The message was clear. He was the one in charge. He would tease and torment her as he saw fit and she would have to do her best to convince him her idea was better without making a single demand. She knew how the game was played.
She dropped to her knees, the skirt snug around her thighs, and took off his boots. When she was done, she looked up at him and licked her lips. “Jeans too?”
“Yes.” The word was sandpaper rough and thick with desire. She undid his buckle and the buttons of his jeans slowly, enjoying the rock-hard erection pressing insistently against her fingers.
His hand went into her hair and she arched against his touch like a cat, making him growl. “That is the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen. I like you on your knees, Caroline.”
She trembled, feeling vulnerable and raw. “I like it too.”
“I know you do, baby.”
His fingers tightened in her hair for a breathless moment before he released her and moved back toward the clothing rack for the jeans he’d been given to model.
“Troublemakers?”
He frowned at her, stepping out of his own pair and into the snug, dark denim. He grimaced as he adjusted his erection. “Your reaction is exactly why I refuse to let them use that name. Let it go or there might be another spanking in your future.”
Yes . She got to her feet slowly, straightening her skirt and turning in a slow circle. “What do you think?”
His new jeans were still unbuttoned when he pressed her back against the wall, one large fist gripping her wrists and holding them above her head. “I think I’m wishing I’d locked the door.”
A timid knock sounded on the door and Jefferson swore against her lips. “We’ll finish this conversation soon. No arguing, now. Behave. Once this is done…”
He let the sentence hang unfinished, full of promise and heavy with need. Caroline nodded, a rush of excitement pumping through her veins. He’d planned on her submission. He’d bought her a dress that fit her like a glove and was exactly her style. His behavior was so naturally dominant that it was hard for her to remember that they weren’t in that kind of relationship—yet. Something devilish inside her was begging to be set free. She wanted to push him, to give him a taste of how much control a woman could command from the bottom.
She wanted to play.
If the designers needed him to look hungry and passionate, to make every woman who saw him in a magazine or on a billboard rush out to by Jefferson’s jeans for her man…it would just be rude of her not to help them out.
***
Jefferson had made a strategic mistake. He’d known it from the moment he’d gotten her into that dress, and it had gone downhill from there. He watched as the stylists came in, following his direction to pin her hair up in a tousled, sleepy twist that left sable tendrils curling along the nape of her kissable neck and at her temples.
All he wanted to do was send them away again.
Caroline’s siren smile distracted him. She hadn’t wanted to do this, hadn’t liked the idea at first, but no one would know it from how quickly
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