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A wicked grin spreads across his face as he leans in, his voice husky with wanton desire. "Who said anything about taking advantage? I believe you wear my ring." His words send a thrill through me, and I bite my lip to suppress a moan. “You belong to me. I can do as I please with you.”

Our lips reconnect, igniting a flame of passion between us. His hands roam freely over my body, teasing every inch of skin they touch. I feel the heat between my legs intensify as his fingers dance along my thigh, inching closer to where I ache for his touch the most.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispers low against my ear, warm words caressing my skin.

I guide his hand to where I need him most, feeling the anticipation building with each teasing caress. “I want to come.”

“And you shall have everything your heart desires.” His fingers tease the area just where the tops of my thighs are pressed together, stroking a lazy finger up and down between my thighs. “But to get what you want, first you have to share with me your filthiest fantasy.”

Chapter Sixteen

Fredrick

“Just when Ithink you’re all historical facts and matching sweaters, you pull out the naughtiest requests,” she murmurs.

“I’m those things, too.” I brush my lips against hers. “I can be both.” With one hand on each of her knees, she responds eagerly to my touch. I slide my hands up her thighs, parting them gently and reveling in the power I have over her. "Tell me," I command, my voice low and husky.

"My fantasy is to be taken by you, here and now, in this car, with no one else around," she whispers, my heart pounding as she speaks. "I want you to touch me everywhere and show me just how much you want me."

I stare into her eyes, cupping her face. "Your wish is my command.”

My hand glides slowly along the curve of her breast, the thin fabric of her dress barely a barrier between us. She lets out a soft moan as my fingers playfully tease across her nipple, causing it to harden under my touch.

Moving lower, I trace delicate patterns over her stomach before pausing at the hem of her dress. With a look of pure desire in my eyes, I slowly slide her dress up, revealing more and more of her secret world that belongs only to me.

"You are absolutely breathtaking," I whisper, my breath hitching at the sight of her. Slowly, I lift her dress around her waist, revealing smooth skin and delicate curves. My fingers trail along the edge of her hip. As I near the junction of her thighs, she quivers under my touch, her body betraying her excitement. The anticipation in her eyes is palpable as I tease closer to her most sensitive spot.

“I want to see you,” I say. “Take off your panties.”

She follows my command, her hands reaching up to her skirt. As she shimmies out of her panties, I can't help but feel a surge of desire. I gently push her legs apart, taking in the sight of her exposed body.

I lean in, whispering against her ear. "Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

"And are you mine?"

“For now.”

“Forever,” I correct as I begin to explore her with my expert fingers, dipping into her wetness and touching her in all the right places. Her body responds to me instantly, arching her back and closing her eyes in anticipation of this climax.

I pull away, leaving her breathless and exposed. My tone is low, taunting against her ear. "You didn't do as I asked," I chide. "I know you have a dirty fantasy hidden in that pretty little head of yours. Don't be shy." I can sense her hesitation and shame, but it only makes me want to push her further. Force her to open up to me, to reveal secret sexy parts of herself no other man has conquered.

She’s quiet for an unlike-Freya amount of time. I begin to think I may have to coax her further, but then she starts to whisper. “You know I was raised a good girl on the island. I longed to be sexy, to dance in a club. A strip club. Wear a sexy dress and tease all the men, wrapping my body around that pole, finally stripping off the dress till I’m wearing nothing but a thong.”

Her admission hits me like a wave of hot lava. Gorgeous Freya, my ultimate desire, opening up to me with her secret fantasy. I’m the luckiest man in the world. “Tell me more,” I demand, fingering her.

Her voice shakes as she squirms under my touch. "My filthiest fantasy is to be a stripper in the VIP room, dancing for a client who makes me have sex with him."

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip; she stares at me as if waiting for disapproval.

I can handle the fantasy. Of course, I picture myself as this mystery man in the VIP suite—anyone else I would kill. It’s my game—I’m happy to play along, turned on by her trust in me. “I can imagine your Freya goddess power. Making men fall at your feet. Tell me more about this fantasy.”

She looks as if she can hardly believe what she’s about to say. “I would wear a shimmering silver dress and dance for him. I would feel his eyes on me.”

She keeps going, my desire growing, fueled by her words. "Then, as the music slows, I would slowly unbutton my dress, revealing more and more of my body until I'm standing before him in just a thong and high heels, topless. My movements would make him want me so badly." The vivid picture she paints makes me want her more.

“I want you. I want you so bad. Every moment of every day.” I gently trace circles around her pert nipples. They grow harder under my touch. She gives a shiver and a little gasp. I love how I’m the only man allowed to touch her anywhere, but especially her breasts, knowing she’s comfortable with only me. “You’re so fucking sexy, Freya. Tell me how it ends…”

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