Page 39 of Emperor of Lust

Hana’s mouth falls into an “O” shape as I undo my belt and drop my pants. She quickly looks away, her arms folded over her chest.

“Fine, whatever. You shower first, then?—”

“We’re actually in abitof a time crunch for dinner at Miyamoto’s house,” I say, casually dropping my boxer briefs and standing naked in front of her. “Now or never, princess.”

“I—”

Hana turns back to throw some other smart remark my way. That’s when she realizes I’m naked. I smirk as her eyes droprightto my cock, widening a little as her mouth opens.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

Her face turns crimson as she yanks her eyes up to glare at me. “I wasn’t?—”

“Sureyou weren’t,” I grin, walking past her toward the huge glass walk-in shower. I reach inside and turn on the hot water before glancing back at her. “So… Are you joining me or not?”

Hana’s lips purse. “Not.”

I chuckle to myself as I turn my back and step into the shower. “Yeah, I figured.”

She manages to wait an entire fifteen seconds before responding.

“What the hell isthatsupposed to mean?”

I grin as I push my fingers through my wet hair and turn back to face her.

“It’s further to what I said before. You’re the safe one. The one in charge of the legitimate business. Spreadsheets, board meetings, earnings reports.” I shrug. “That’s fine. It’s good to know where your comfort zone is. Some people are just…risk averse.”

My smirk widens as I turn my back on her, the hot water cascading down, steam curling up and fogging the glass. I can practically feel her bristling on the other side of the glass. She’s stubborn: every word I said was designed to get under her skin, and it’s working. I reach for the shampoo, letting the silence drag on.

Just when I’m beginning to think she’s going to let it go, I hear the door swing open and then shut again. The steam swirls as she steps inside, her back to me as she turns on the second showerhead and steps underneath it.

The corners of my mouth lift as I watch her. Neither of us speaks as the water rushes over her, and for a moment, the only sound is the steady rhythm of the shower. She’s quiet, composed, refusing to look my way.

But that’s fine. I’ve got averynice view of her perfect, tight ass. And when she starts to push her fingers through her wet hair, her eyes closed, her body swivels just a bit, giving me a glimpse of the pert swell of her tits and a peek at a dark rosy nipple.

My dick swells to iron instantly.

I step back under the spray, my eyes only partly closed. A grin tugs the corners of my mouth when I catch Hana looking at me over her shoulder, her eyes dropping right to my throbbing hard cock as her mouth makes that cute little “O” again.

“It’s rude to stare.”

She jolts, whipping back away from me and abruptly shutting off the water. She shoots me a glare, blushing as she steps from the shower and wraps a towel around herself before marching out of the bathroom.

When I’m done, I towel off and then casually walk—naked—through the bedroom into the huge, walk-in dressing room. Our things were delivered here before we arrived, so there are full wardrobes—which I’ve added to at my discretion—already hung on either side.

Hana doesn’t hear me as I move to the doorway, watching as she slips into a charcoal gray business skirt and matching jacket.

Hana glances into the mirror in front of her and jumps when she spots me. Her face darkens and she looks away.

“Could youpleaseput on some fucking clothes.”

I don’t. I lean against the doorframe, raising an eyebrow as I take in the severe cut of her attire, so at odds with the evening we’re about to have and its setting. She straightens, meticulously adjusting her cuffs, her expression serious as she meets my gaze in the mirror.

“For fuck’s sake,what,” she finally mutters.

I remain silent as I walk over to my side, pulling on boxers, black dress pants, crisp white shirt and dinner jacket.

“Well?” Hana says pointedly.

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