Page 76 of Saving Ian Pope

“Yes?” Her eyes widened. “Ooh, you look sexy sitting there with your shirt open.”

“Then take off your clothes.”

She smiled and wriggled in place. “Thought you weren’t in the mood.” Grabbing the hem of her jumper, she pulled it over her head and tossed it into the corner. She had another shirt beneath the jumper, and she peeled this off, too and dangled it from her fingers before letting it drop to the floor.

Waving her hand at me, she said, “Your turn.”

I leaned back on my elbows and spread my legs open, my bulge on full display. “We’re not doing that.”

“N-no?” She sucked in her bottom lip, which made me even harder than I already was. She undid her pants and tugged them over her hips. She kicked them away and crossed her legs, putting one foot on top of the other. “Now, is it your turn?”

I lodged my tongue in the corner of my mouth and shook my head.

“Okay.” She flipped her bra straps from her shoulders and dragged the backstrap to the front to unhook it. Then she threw it behind her. I didn’t make a move, and she crossed her arms over her chest to cover her tits. “Now?”

I rubbed my cock through my pants—didn’t mean to but couldn’t help it. “You’re not fully naked, yet.”

“I see what you’re doing.” Turning her back to me, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her knickers and slipped them over her round ass. She glanced over her shoulder and gave me a wink. “Come and get it, big boy.”

“Not so fast.” She spun around, her mouth forming an O, and I said, “You know those high heels you were wearing at the studio yesterday?”

“Yessss.”

“Put them on.”

“Really? I...”

“Do it.”

She narrowed her eyes, and they glittered in the low light like a cat’s. “Are you going all Fifty Shades on me?”

I flattened the smile from my lips and repeated, “Do it.”

She flounced to the closet and ducked inside while I readjusted my cock. My nuts were aching already. How did that Fifty Shades bloke hold out for so long?

She strutted out of the closet, the stiletto heels on her feet causing her tits and ass to jut out at a sexy angle. Licking my lips, I sat forward and shrugged off my shirt.

“Ooh, now we’re getting somewhere.” As she took a step toward me, I held out my hand. “Stop, turn around, and go to the window.”

She jerked her head toward the window and the twinkling lights on the shore across the river. “W-won’t someone see me?”

“I told you, there’s...” I stopped myself and roughened my voice “—maybe they will.”

“Oh, I know. You’re trying to be like thatotherIan Pope from BlueFin. The kinky one.”

I put a finger to my lips and then pointed to the window. She walked toward it, her hips swaying seductively, and my balls tightened.

When she reached the window, she turned around, placing her palms against the glass behind her. “Are you going to do me against the window in view of...whatever’s out there?”

“Maybe—if you’re a good girl.”

Her lips parted, and she put a hand to her throat. “What do you want me to do?”

“Touch yourself.”

Her fingers went to her pussy so fast, I knew she was already turned on, and a bead of sweat rolled down my back. As she started playing with herself, I asked, “Are you wet?”

She gasped and whispered, “Yes.”

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