Page 39 of Seduce

“No.” His voice was firm.

Instantly, her breath caught in her throat at that voice. Damn, what was it about his voice that did that to her? She’d been around other men with deep husky tones like Damon, but there was underlying steel to his voice that instantly made her blood boil and her bones melt.

“Please, Sir. I want your touch.”

“And you will have it.”

She breathed a sigh of relief.

“When I’m ready to give it to you.”

Shit. He pressed his fingers against the seam of her jeans where it covered her pussy. Unable to stop herself, she bent her knees and opened herself to him.

“Vixen.” He nipped her ear as his fingers danced over her fabric-covered mound.

Tessa couldn’t help herself; she shifted her groin. Damon removed his hand, and she moaned.

“We’re going to do this my way,” he declared.

“Yes, Sir.” While she wanted more, he was right. She was trying to top from the bottom.

“Sit up.” Tessa complied.

Damon stood up. “Stay here.” He went into the kitchen. Tessa debated following him, but he’d told her to stay. She would show him she could follow his orders, make him proud of her.

He came back with something hidden behind his back.

“Stand up.”

Tessa swallowed and did as he asked. The sweat pants he wore outlined his hard cock. A bolt of excitement flowed through her veins, knowing she made him hard. She started to reach out and at the last second pulled her hand back.

“Please strip.” His voice was husky, but gentle.

She rose to her feet, removed her bra, toed off her shoes, and pulled her jeans, panties, and socks off. Tessa straightened and met Damon’s gaze. Her breath whooshed out of her at the heat in his eyes.

“Damn, woman.” He placed something on the sofa where she couldn’t see it, then he began rearranging the pillows, before holding his hands out to her. Without hesitation, she put her hands in his.

“I’m going to help you to the floor and arrange you the way I want you.”

“Yes, Sir.” Was that her breathless voice? Damon did that to her.

“Please kneel down.”

She knelt, while he held her hands.

“Now, sit, then lie back.”

Tessa took a deep breath. She was putting a lot of trust in Damon; then again, if she didn’t trust him, she wouldn’t have asked him to be her trainer.

Once she was on her ass, she leaned back, and Damon slowly lowered her to the floor.

“Easy,” he said once she was lying on the floor. He knelt down and adjusted the pillow beneath her neck so it supported her head better. “Okay?”

“I’m fine, Sir.”

He grinned and dropped a kiss on her nose before he moved to her legs. “I want you to lift your fine ass off the floor.”

Heat flooded her face, but she did as he asked, and he slipped two pillows under her. One at the small of her back, the other beneath her ass. Her legs fell open naturally, the cool air in the room caressing her slit.

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