Page 22 of Ferocious Nightmare

There was only so far you could go to trust someone in my world, case in point the woman in front of me. Her back was to me as she studied the paintings on my wall.

I didn't know where they were from, Knight brought them in one day and I'd waved my approval; I didn't care what was on my walls.

Her hips were moving to a beat only she could hear in her head, her hair swinging down her back as she danced.

She'd taken off her shoes, her bright blue toenails a contrast against the dark concrete floor.

My eyes tracked her as she moved around the room, still dancing and talking to Rose.

When she headed towards the filing cabinet and began to rifle through it, I stood.

She jumped when I reached around her, soundly shutting it.

I wasn't concerned about what was in the files, anything important wasn't out in the open, but a satisfaction hummed through me at the shiver that moved over her at my presence behind her.

"Say goodbye to Rose. We need to work."

"I gotta go, Rose. Can I call you tomorrow?"

Rose's response barely registered through my mind, I was too busy taking in the smell of my shampoo. She was still using it, though she could've bought her own by now.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked, not turning around.

I leaned forward, pressing my hands on top of the filing cabinet, not touching her. "Put your right hand on your left shoulder," I growled.

"Okay," she huffed out a laugh, obeying.

“Now, pull down your strap."

Her back straightened, the atmosphere in the office suddenly shifting.

She hesitated, and I waited in anticipation to see if she would follow orders. After a long pause, her fingers, so slim and nimble, slid over her shoulder, taking the strap with her.

"Now the other one."

She paused for only a moment before complying.

"Now," I said, leaning closer, and she shivered again as my breath moved over her bare shoulder. From where I stood, I could see the sexy peaks of her tits, the nipples taught and so ready to be suckled. "Slide your dress to the floor."

"Coulter," she hesitated.

"Do it," I demanded.

Her hands went to the dress at her waist, bunching the material like she was going to protest.

I traced a knuckle down her spine and her back arched, an exhale leaving her lips. "Do it, pretty princess. Don't you want to show your fiancé that you know how to obey orders?"

She nodded, her head lolling to the side. "Yes."

"Then do it."

She did as I asked, shimmying it over her hips. Then it fell easily to the floor and I took a step back to take her in.

The curves of her body were so striking, so damn sexy, and the thin stripe of white satin parting the globes of her glorious ass cheeks begged me to touch them.

"Now. Put your right hand in your panties."

She slid her fingers up her thigh, then down the front of her panties. I leaned in towards her ear. "Are you wet for me?"

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