Page 47 of Passionate Defense

Ethan liked skirts, but was definitely anti-panty, although she doubted the barely there scrap of lace would qualify as such. Unsure what he was up to, she slipped on the skimpy panties. The lace was a bit scratchy. She’d have much preferred commando to having the string in the one place she most wanted it not to go. Ugh! She was so not a thong girl and was convinced a man had come up with the idea. Personally, she tried to keep her panties out of the crack of her ass. In fact, she’d made it one of her missions in life. But because she loved him, and he’d made the effort, in it went for the time being.

Last came the shoes, four-inch heels with a thin strap across the base of her toes and another encircling her ankle. Ethan loved strappy sandals. These were fuck-me shoes if she’d ever seen them.

Gathering her discarded clothes, she began putting them in the bag when she heard several pings as hair pins hit the tile floor. He thought of everything—except a bra. With a few practiced motions, in seconds, she had her hair up in a French twist. The whole time, she was conscious of her boobs jiggling and bobbing. With her hands on her hips, she stared at her chest in the mirror, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

“Ready to go, babe?”

She hadn’t heard him come in. Her eyes met his in the mirror as he came up behind her then pointedly looked at her chest.

“The blouse is pretty, but I can’t wear it to a business meeting without a bra.”

“You don’t need one. That’s why I didn’t put one in the bag.”

“But I shake and wobble when I breathe, much less move.”

“Honey—”

“It’s indecent, Ethan,” she cut in. “If it’s the least bit cold in the restaurant, I’ll be practically X-rated.”

“Nonsense, you look gorgeous.” Moving in behind her, his eyes met hers in the mirror. His hands swept up her arms until they cupped her shoulders. He bent his head and nuzzled her neck, his lips softly brushing her skin. “This is another control issue, Lanie. I thought you trusted me.”

“Yes, but—”

“But not completely. You have nothing to be worried about. Your breasts are exquisite. They’re nicely rounded, soft yet firm. You don’t need a bra.”

“I want to be taken seriously by this applicant. She comes highly recommended.”

He released her shoulders to cup her breasts, and his thumbs swept over the hard buds. “It’s a crime to restrain these beauties.”

“You’re not helping. I’m bringing a sweater,” she declared. “If the AC is on or people stare, I’m wearing it.”

“If they stare, it’s because you are the hottest, sexiest woman they’ve ever seen.”

Leaning back against him, she rubbed her ass against the insistent erection pressing against her. When his fingers pinched her nipples, she reached back and stroked his hard length.

“Baby,” he growled, turning her to face him.

She angled her head, looking up at him with an impish grin. “Fair is fair. If I have to walk around with twin lady boners, the least you could do is show your support with a chubby.”

Bending his knees until his cock lined up with her pussy, he palmed her ass in the tight skirt. He pulled her hips into his and ground against her. After a few moments, when things really heated up, he set her away.

Lanie looked down at the impressive bulge in his suddenly too-tight trousers. She hid a smirk when he stuck his hand in his waistband to reposition himself.

“Chubby my ass,” he grumbled. “What you’ve given me is a full-on stiffy.”

Lanie giggled at the uncouth expression from her upper-crust law professor’s lips. “Not much fun when you’re on your way to a meeting, is it?”

“One more thing before we go. Lift up your top.”

“What?”

“Lift your blouse and show me the jiggling, wobbly tits you’re so worried about.”

“Ethan!” she cried, shocked by his language. Sure, during a scene while their passions flared, the f-word slipped out, mostly as a verb, but ordinarily he was very well-mannered.

“Your words, not mine. Your blouse, Lanie. Now, please.”

A polite order, but an order all the same. It seemed playtime was starting early. Unsure of her role just yet, she decided compliance might be in her best interest.

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