Page 17 of Tempt Me

“Jesus, you could’ve told me.”

By the horrified look in his eyes, I’d completely ruined it. There was little chance I’d be getting my rocks off with Batman now.

He groaned and tucked his knees higher. “How’d you learn to do that anyway?”

I shrugged. “I’m a green belt in karate.”

“Shit! Really?”

I nodded. “Three years of training.”

A smile curled at his lips. “I think I’m in love.”

I burst out laughing.Holy shit, I hadn’t expected that.

Men are strange creatures.

He eased up onto one elbow. “So, Miss Ivy, what do we do now?”

I nudged him with my foot so he lay flat on the floor. “Hmmm, do you think you can behave yourself now?”

He nodded with the eagerness of a teenage virgin.

“Okay. Good. Take your gloves off.”

With a flick of a couple of Velcro straps, he peeled his gloves off and made a show of tossing them onto the bed. It looked like my Batman had lovely, supple hands with very long fingers. An image of those long fingers plunging inside me made my pussy do delicious little pulses.

It was time to get naked with my superhero.

Using my teeth, I tugged the fingertips of my gloves to release them a little, then I held my hand toward him. “Would you mind?”

I heard him swallow before he glided my green gloves down my arms. Once they were removed, he tossed them over his head onto the carpet.

“What’s next?” He grinned.

“Your shoes.”

Batman sat up, zipped out of his heavy leather boots, and made a show of tossing them aside, too.

I glanced down at his feet. “Socks are not sexy!”

“Oh, right.” He bent over, whipped them off, and threw them away.

Batman remained in a seated position on the floor as I stepped over his legs and planted my high heels on either side of his hips. I towered above him. “Are your balls okay?”

He huffed and looked up at me. “Probably not.”

“I may have something that’ll help take your mind off them.” I squeezed my fingers into my corset and popped my boobs out above the boned satin. It wasn’t difficult—they were about to burst out anyway.

Batman leaned back on his hands and stared at my breasts, openmouthed.

As I pinched my nipple between my thumb and finger, I watched for his reaction. Batman cleared his throat and rolled his tongue over his bottom lip, leaving a light sheen in its wake.

“Feel better?”

He shrugged. “A little.”

I squatted down in front of him. “Here . . . your turn.”

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