Page 52 of Arranged Control
“I’m not uptight!” I throw my blouse aside. I’m extremely thankful that I’m wearing cute underwear today. It’s black and lacy, mostly because the blouse was very slightly see-through.
“You have charts explaining your schedule.”
“That’s slander. And it makes no sense.”
“You have twelve different colors of Post-It Notes and they all have different meanings.”
“I’m organized!”
“You’re inflexible.”
“I can be very flexible, actually.” I kick my slacks off and stand before him in my bra and panties. “Happy now?”
His eyes move down my body, and I regret my decision.
“Yes,” he says, staring at me through heavy lids. “Very much.”
That bastard. I swear, he’s getting hard. I can see every freaking detail of his dick getting stiff. Look at the huge thing. Getting all swollen just because I’m standing here in my bra and panties. It’s so pathetic.
And so fucking hot.
Wasn’t there something I had to discuss?
An important matter?
One I wasn’t supposed to forget…
“Come here.” He gestures for me.
“I thought we were lounging together.”
“There’s only one chair.”
“Oh. Right. That’s a good point.” I chew my lip for a second. “Maybe I should lounge inside.”
“Come here, Alina. I want your pretty ass in my lap.”
“And if the neighbors hear?”
“Then we’ll give them a show. Come here, princess, right now. Or does that break one of your ten thousand rules?”
“I don’t have ten thousand rules,” I say, heart racing, skin prickling with goosebumps. Arousal floods my core. This is a very bad idea.
“You’re right. It’s easily ten times that many. You have a new rule for every hour of every day.”
“I know what you’re doing.” I glare at him, arms hugging myself and covering my breasts. “You’re goading me.”
“Into what, exactly?”
“You’re trying to goad me into having sex with you, but it won’t work.”
His eyebrows raise. He casually places one hand on top of his hard cock at the very base. He doesn’t stroke. He doesn’t grip. His hand only rests there, drawing more attention to his massive shaft.
“I don’t need to do that.”
“But here we are anyway. You were lying out here waiting for me, weren’t you?”
“Absolutely not.”
