Page 109 of Mr. Wicked

She was wearing jeans and a tank, her hands holding the bottom of the shirt. “I would have gone in there to change. Since you don’t, let’s strip ... I guess.” Her shirt immediately came off, leaving her in just a bra.

The throbbing in my cock had turned to a full-on ache.

I nodded toward the lacy number. “It’s nice to see you do own one.”

“You should feel fortunate that I go braless around you. Not everyone gets the pleasure of seeing my nipples.” She smiled as her hand dropped to unbutton and unzip her jeans. “I won’t be wearing one for the shoot, FYI. The dress is too tight.”

Her jeans were off, and she stood in just her bra, no panties. It seemed she no longer wore any since our first night together.

A thought that had haunted me.

God.

That body was something else.

Every dip expertly spaced out, each curve aligned so beautifully.

How could someone look as perfect as her?

“Are you trying to fucking kill me?” I groaned.

She connected our stares—hers bright and far too pleased.

“Kill, no. But I would like you to get changed into your suit.”

I hadn’t moved.

I hadn’t even lifted the collar of my polo to drag the shirt over my head.

I was just standing here, frozen like a goddamn fool, staring at her as if I hadn’t seen her body before.

As if I hadn’t been inside her.

As if I hadn’t kissed or licked every inch of her skin.

“I’ve just been ... admiring you.”

She moved over to my desk, where her outfit was hanging. She slipped it off the wooden hook and held the light-pink dress in her hands. “Ohhh, I see. Mr. Nice Guy has come out to play.”

“There’s nothing nice about those words, Jovana. They’re the truth. I’m in love with your body.”

She reached behind her back, and suddenly her bra was loosening from her tits. The white-laced cups, when pulled down, revealed the hardness of her nipples, the straps falling from her arms until the bra was on the ground. She unzipped the dress and stepped into it.

Three weeks.

It felt like three years.

“Then I guess I should thank you.” She came over to me and gave me her back. “Would you mind zipping me in?”

She was even breathtaking from this angle. The muscles in her shoulders, the delicateness of her spine, the roundness of her ass—every bit was stunning.

Fuck me.

“Grayson, I know what you’re thinking and I’m shooting you down before you even try. We don’t have time for office sex, so get that out of your head right now. I need you to help me with this dress, and then I need you to slip on your suit. Laura is outside this door waiting for us.”

“I just need two minutes,” I growled in her ear.

She glanced over her shoulder. “We both know you need a lot more time than that.” She went to take a step away from me and I stopped her, my palm pressed against her navel, my cock thrusting against her ass. “Looks like I need to have Laura zip me up.”

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