Page 42 of Dominance

There’s a smugness to his tone, a hint of a smile that sends a thrill jolting through my body. Even as he keeps his face stern, he’s playing along.

“You’re worse than my brothers, you know that?”

“Whatever do you mean?” I try and fail to hide the smirk pulling at my mouth.

“Always playing me for a fucking fool.”

“I would never!” Now I’m grinning uncontrollably at his wry expression.

God, he’s so hot.

So I test the waters, wanting more flirting, more of that heat that’s been building up between us. Cocking my hip to the side, I give him a look as I reach around him, grabbing one of the items in my suitcase, twirling it on one finger.

The blush in his cheeks when he sees the tiny scrap of lace is pure gold.

“I think I’ll start by putting these away.”

His eyes track me all the way to the drawer, watching as I drop the panties in one by one. Snagging a sleek, see-through nightgown, one of my favorites, I let him see it fully before folding it up.

“What do you think of this?”

“That is not a fair question.”

“Why isn’t that a fair question? You don’t like it?”

“I don’t know if I like it.” He shrugs, tonguing the inside of his cheek mischievously. “I haven’t seen you in it.”

“Hm…” I hold it up to my body. “How about now?”

“Better…but it’s hard to picture you in it with all those clothes on. Your skin tone, you know?”

“Oh, so you want to see more of my skin…tone?” Leaning against the dresser, I hook my thumb into the waist of my jeans, tugging them down just slightly, arching my back a bit to show more of my midriff. The negligee falls to the floor. “Better?”

“I might just need to see you in it. Or out of it.” He dips, scooping up the sheer purple fabric, rising to stand right in front of me, inches away.

“Maybe later…I’ll show you a few different colors…”

“After a shower …”

His head dips toward me a fraction, that little flip of dark hair falling over his forehead in the most tantalizing way. The proximity of his body, the warmth pouring off of him, has me reeling, my head spinning.

He could have me, right now.

Our breath intermingles, his hands resting on the dresser to either side of me.

It’s like a game of chicken. Who’s going to cave first.

“Aren’t you going to ask which color I’m wearing now?” I touch my tongue to my top lip, watching his eyes flash with curiosity.

“What color are they?” A downward flick of his gaze, involuntary.

Tilting my head to the side, I raise my head so I’m right in his ear, so achingly close that I could nibble it without any effort. “I’m not wearing any…”

Adriano swallows. Hard.

And it’s not the only thing that is.

He’s right up against me now, his cock straining against the zipper of his pants. “What if I don’t believe you?”

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