Page 13 of Lovesick

He gave a slow shake of his head, lips twitching. He gave me a look. The kind of look that said he already knew the answer to every question I hadn’t asked yet.

“No, kitten. It’s not.”

There was a shift, and the air thickened—even through the damn screen. I picked at the skin around my nails, nervously avoiding his stare.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice dropping an octave lower.

I forced myself to meet his gaze, my heart hammering against my ribcage so hard it almost hurt.

“Take off your blouse.”

“What?” I whispered.

“You heard me, Emilia. Unbutton your blouse and take it off.” His tone left no room for argument. “Now.”

My body stiffened, and I hated how much my fingers twitched, ready to strip without him needing to ask for more. And because I clearly had no damn self-control, I reached for the top button.

“Slowly,” he demanded, leaning back in his chair. His eyes never left me as I slowly undid each button, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

I couldn’t stop the heat from rising. Everything about this was intense. Him, sitting there in his office, with the skyline of Montreal glowing behind him. His hand resting right above his crotch, ready to touch himself. But he didn’t. He wouldn’t give me the satisfaction. Not just yet.

When I was finished, I slipped the silk fabric from my shoulders, letting it fall behind me on the couch. Although the air in my apartment was usually warm, it felt cold this time, raising goosebumps across my exposed skin. I sat there in just my bra, feeling more vulnerable than I’d ever felt.

Damn him and his ability to make me feel this way.

“The bra too,” he said, his voice rough now.

I reached behind me with no hesitation, unclasping it with ease. I let the straps slide down my arms, revealing myself to him completely.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes darkening further. “Now touch yourself. I want to see you play with those perfect tits.”

Heat flooded my cheeks, but something in his gaze made it impossible to refuse. Slowly, I raised both hands, cupping the weight of my breasts. My nipples hardened against my palm.

“Like this?” I asked, my voice barely audible.

“Pinch your nipples,” he instructed. “I know you like when I do it.”

He wasn’t wrong. I loved his hands on my tits. His mouth, too. God, and he loved my tits too. He always gave them extra attention, and oftentimes, he left my nipples sore after sucking on them so hard.

I did as he commanded, a small gasp escaping my lips at the sensation. I imagined it was him touching me, which only made me want him more. His eyes tracked every movement, every reaction I had to my own touch.

“That’s it, kitten. Does that feel good?”

I nodded, unable to form words as pleasure coursed through me. The hand just above his crotch moved further down where I couldn’t see it anymore, but the knowledge of what he was doing excited me.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he confessed, his breathing becoming more labored. “Wanted to fuck you before you left because having you suck my cock wasn’t enough for one day. But I have to admit…” He licked his bottom lip, adjusting himself on his chair. “Watching you touching yourself through the screen might just turn me on more.”

A breath caught in my throat as I whispered his name. My body responded to his words more than my own touch did.

“Do me a favor.”

Anything for you.

“Put your laptop in front of you. I want to see all of you.”

I looked at the coffee table in front of me, only hesitating for a split second before I removed my hands from my body and put the laptop on it. I adjusted it so that he could see me sitting on the couch. “Like this?”

“Just like that, kitten. Good girl. Now, take off your skirt.”

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