Page 14 of Taming Scarlet

Which meant I got a long moment to let my gaze move over her with nothing but her panties on.

She’d already changed those for the night.

She seemed concerned about panty lines because she’d opted for a fucking thong that left nothing to the imagination.

My cock stiffened as I imagined her bent over my knee, that perfect ass splayed over my lap, and my hand coming down on one of her ass cheeks as she gasped and writhed into the pain and pleasure sensation.

Shaking my head, I continued down the hall, partially closing the door to my room as I stood there for a moment, head tipped back, trying to bring some order to the chaos in my body.

This job was not going to be easy if I was walking around with a semi half the fucking time.

Rolling my neck, I turned my focus away from her, looking around my new home for the foreseeable future.

I’d lucked out that she hadn’t taken her all-white-everything aesthetic out on the guest room.

Sure, the walls were white, but it didn’t seem like anything in the penthouse was painted any other shade. It was probably how it had been when she’d moved in.

But the bed itself was similar to her white tufted one, only this one was black. As was the bedding.

There was a framed TV on the wall across from the bed, a walk-in closet, and a bathroom the size of my entire damn apartment.

Again, the bathroom had white walls, but the floating sink cabinet was black, as were the tiles in the stall shower.

I knew that the all-white thing was popular among influencers, but it all came off like a hospital to me. I was glad for a little darkness in my personal space.

By the time I finished hanging up my suits, and putting my toiletries away in the shower and sink drawers, I could hear the click of heels in the hallway.

I damn sure wasn’t letting this woman sneak out on me again.

I grabbed my phone off of the charger, then made my way into the hall, finding her letting her dog out on the balcony again.

She didn’t seem to have a dog walker or anything like that. But for a dog as minuscule as Hugh, her massive penthouse was like walking a damn football field several times a day.

As for Scarlet, she was clearly ready to party.

Because that was a fuckuva lot of skin on display.

She’d gone with an emerald green skintight dress that showed off most of her legs, and was cut low in the back.

I hated how I noticed there was no way she could wear a bra in a dress like that.

“That’s my good boy,” she cooed at Hugh as he ran back inside, all proud of himself. “Are you gonna take a nap while I go out?” she asked as Hugh ran toward the couch and made his way up his steps to plop down on a pillow.

It seemed the dog was used to his owner’s out-all-night schedule.

I, on the other hand, was going to need to adjust.

Farm life as a kid and teen, then life in the service, made me a very strictly up-with-the-sun sort of person. Even without an alarm clock set, I was up by five in the morning. Out of the service and off of the farm, that was convenient enough to allow me to get a workout in before the day really got going.

The problem was, being up at five meant I was usually dead on my feet by ten at night.

It was nine-thirty as Scarlet checked the contents of her wristlet, then attached her phone to it, ready to go out for the night.

“Here,” she said, finally turning to me for the first time, giving me a look at the front of her dress and the way it hugged her soft curves.

I forced myself not to focus on the way that, even without a bra, her tits were sitting high, just aching to have a man close his hands around and squeeze, to tease with his fingers and tongue, to slide his cock between.

No.

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