Page 144 of Snap Shot

A rich emerald drapes her curves—except for the maroon shawl on her shoulder—the gold pattern woven into it highlighting the honey hues of her eyes and skin. Crescent-shaped earrings dangle from her ears, matching the pendant hanging from a thick, decorative gold chain and resting on her perfect rack. My hands pass over the clinking bracelets on her wrists as I put more distance between us.

“What's all this?”

Her lips tug to one side. “Bangles. Jewelry.”

“No, no. What thefuckare you wearing?” Indi's so gorgeous I can't process it. A goddess. That's what she is. She scoffs and smacks my arm, mistaking my admiration for a derisive comment.

“Excuse you! It's a sari. I was at a Diwali party. I do have a life outside of work and stroking your…” Indi fumbles for words while doing an in-air jerking-off motion, “…ego.”

It's officially a tie. I like sweet Indi and grumpy Indi equally. And one side makes me want to fuel the other. I hum and smirk at her. “I know you didn't say that to me.”

“I did. And by the way, it wasn't any party—whaaa!”

In one swift scoop, Indi gets hurled over my shoulder, sari-wrapped side-ass sidled to my face. My feet propel forward, one quick stride after the other to prevent her from any sort of escape. Though I'm not sure she wants to. She's not fighting me. Not physically, anyway. “I've had it with you and your sass in thissari, you called it?”

“Landon! You're gonna tear it. This is Banarasi silk! Do you have any idea how much—”

Her mouthing off gets me hard every time. I'm starting to think she could do anything, and my dick would be full-mast. “Don't you worry about that. I'm gonna unwrap you so slowly, my little Diwali gift. I've been a good boy.Muah!” My audible kiss to her butt seems to anger her more.

She growls and elbows my back. “No, you haven't. And that'snothow Diwali works.”

We turn the corner and approach a black metal door. “You can tell me all about it after putting that smart mouth to good use. Want you to scream my name until your body lights up, bright like a Diwali tree.”

“Again, that'snothow Diwali works.” Her head pops up and turns side-to-side. “Where are we going?”

“Trainer's room.”

The door gives under my heavy hand down as we barrel through, triggering the motion-sensing fluorescents. I release her to the floor and lean on an extra-large exam table, eyes raking over her hourglass figure once more.

Indi smooths down the pleats below her exposed mid-section and fires a spiteful glare my way. “You havegotto quit doing that.”

“I will when you quit enjoying it.” Jacket shrugged off and discarded to a nearby caddy, I roll up my shirt sleeves before grabbing her bare waist and wrenching her to me. She squeals.

“You're a Neanderthal, you know that?”

“Whatever you say, baby.” My lips move over the ridge of her cheekbone. “Now tell me how to get you out of this.”

Indi glances at the side housing a pile of folded fabric, then pivots, tapping her left shoulder blade. “There's a pin there. Careful not to poke me.”

“Not a problem. I have great concentration and dexterity.”

“I meant this.” She grinds her ass to my groin, doubling my semi.

“Don't…don't do that. I swear to God, Indi. If you don't cut that out, I'm gonna have to whip it out and shove it down your throat.”

“Sounds fun.” She laughs through a slight smile, evil as they come. “Just unpin the thing, Radek.”

It takes some effort, considering it's tucked underneath this cropped blouse-thing and the fabric is surprisingly heavy. The silk glides away from her rounded shoulder, giving me an insane view of her front. “Goddamn, baby.”

My mouth travels across the naked skin at the crook of her neck, fingers tracing the edges of fabric on her tits. They curl around and pull at the silk. I groan at what I see. “How am I now finding out you weren't wearing anything underneath?

“I don't know,” she gasps. “The tailor sewed in the cups.”

“Wise, wicked tailor,” I add between open-mouthed kisses at the delicious spot under her jaw. “Fuckin' genius.” Kneading her chest in my palms sends her knees buckling. When she heaves out a breathy moan, I can't fucking stand it any longer.

“Fuck unwrapping. I'll take you like this.” The padded table creaks under my weight as I hop onto it, undoing three shirt buttons below the top one.

She lets out a squeaky sound of disbelief. “What am I supposed to be doing?”

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