Page 70 of Assassin's Obsession

Taking my time, I remove my black cargo pants, sliding them over the erection straining against my boxers. She makes a sexy little sound as I push the impact resistant fabric down my thighs.

"You're beautiful." she says, her voice filled with awe.

"No one has ever called me beautiful before." She can call me whatever she wants, but it feels strange.

Leaving my boxers on I drop to kneel in front of her and begin untying her shoes. "Here let me get these off you."

Lifting her foot for me to pull off her tennis shoe and the no-show sock she's wearing under it, reveals an unmistakable wet spot in the crotch of the bodysuit.

Head bent down, the scent of her arousal surrounds me, almost destroying my self-control.

Candi wants me. Maybe even as much as I want her.

She lifts her other foot, reminding me what I'm supposed to be doing. For the first time in memory, my hands tremble as I take off her other shoe and sock.

I have to control the slavering beast inside me, or I'm going to fuck her up against the wall without giving her the care I promised myself I would.

Forcing myself to complete my task, I fold her socks together and put them in the laundry hamper.

"Hey, I'm going to need those to wear home tomorrow."

I ignore that comment like she's been trying to ignore mine about her moving in and put her tennis shoes next to my boots on the shoe rack. Her dancer's feet are so much smaller than mine.

Turning back to her, I try to figure out how to remove the bodysuit thing. "How do we get this off you?"

Not averse to grabbing one of my knives from the weapons drawer and cutting the awful thing to shreds, I run my hands up the outside of her thighs.

Candi shudders. "The neck hole stretches."

"Never wear this again." The Lycra smashes her gorgeous, round tits into one amorphous curve. "It hides your body."

"A. That's the idea. B. You don't get to dictate my wardrobe choices." The heat in her eyes makes her defiant frown less convincing.

"I don't like the way it hides you fromme."

"Haven't you gotten your fill of seeing my body?"

My brows draw together in confusion. "Is that a trick question? I could look at you all day long, every day for the next century and still not get my fill."

"Oh," she breathes out, like I surprised her.

How is that a surprise? I've been obsessed with her for a year.

She grabs the neckline at her shoulder and stretches it so the Lycra can slide down her upper arm. "I don't want to hide my body fromyou."

"Good." We'd have a hell of a problem if she did.

Candi pulls her left arm free without exposing her luscious tits, but her nipples are pressing against the stretchy fabric now.

One of the first things I noticed about Candi was how dancing the pole didn't turn her on. She did a good job faking it, but she was just going through the motions.

Stripping for me turns her on though.

And in turn that makes me hotter than I already am. Fuck. We are not going to make it into the shower at this rate.

Candi pulls her right arm out of the bodysuit and then pushes the Lycra down, allowing her generous breasts to bounce free.

All the air leaves my lungs in a whoosh.

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