Page 7 of Obeying His Rules

“You’ll have to unzip me.”

I feel the warmth from his body as he steps closer.

“Gladly,” he whispers in my ear.

He unzips my dress with ease, and I find myself wondering just how many women he’s done this with.

The tips of his fingers brush against the skin of my lower back, sending a shiver through me. I shrug out of my left strap first.

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

I hear the sound of Marlon’s belt buckle being undone behind me, and my heartbeat accelerates.

One more strap and my dress will fall to the ground. And then I will turn around and face him. And then what?

Well, I guess that’s up to him.

I take a deep gulp of air and slip out of my right strap and let my dress fall to the floor, leaving me standing there in nothing but my panties. I hear the sound of fabric behind me, followed by a metallic thud, which must be Marlon’s pants dropping, and I’m just about to turn around on my own when I feel both of his hands grip my shoulders.

Goosebumps break out over my entire body as he leans in close and presses his nose against my neck. He inhales, and a groan of pleasure rises from deep within his chest.

“Your smell,” he says. “So incredibly feminine.”

Words I never thought I’d hear before about the way I smell, and certainly words I never thought would please me. But they do.

My entire body goes hot, and Marlon turns me so I’m facing him.

He’s standing there completely naked, but I can’t bring myself to lower my eyes past his stunning face and magnificent chest. I know what we’re here for. I know what we’re going to do, but there’s still some kind of social decorum in me that feels like it would be rude or wrong to look down.

Marlon, on the other hand, has no such quibbles.

Without hesitation, he drinks in my entire body with his gaze, moving up and down every single inch of me before finally returning to my eyes.

“What are you blushing for?” he asks, only causing me to blush more. “You’re sexy as hell, and you know it.”

Actually, I don’t know it. This is the first time a man has talked to me like this in…well, ever. And I don’t know how to process it.

I’ve been working in the fashion industry since high school, which is mostly filled with women and gay men, and my dating life has been about as dry as an old box of crackers left out on the counter for a month (and that’s not the only thing that’s been dry).

I do not know how to handle this man, and wish I could just tell him that and let him take over, but after all the sass I’ve given him so far tonight, that would just feel like surrendering.

“My cheeks just do that when I get excited,” I reply.

He nods, his eyes narrowing with desire. “You sure you’re just not nervous?”

“I’m sure.”

He indicates with his eyes, clearly wanting me to look down. “Prove it.”

Wow. Does he want me to go down on him to prove I’m not nervous?

“Just like that?” I ask. “No kissing beforehand?”

“Just like that.” He grins. “We don’t want to up the chances of you falling in love with me, now do we?”

What a dickhead.

I purse my lips and glance down and almost gasp when I see an enormous cock hanging between his muscular legs. It’s the first I’ve seen, but I don’t need to have seen others to know that even without being fully hard yet, he’s packing beyond belief.

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