Page 28 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

Stroking it, he told her, “He misses your touch.”

She chuckled and leaned away from the headboard.

“Whose fault is that?” she asked. “He would be getting all my attention right now if you hadn’t carried me from the elevator like a caveman.”

“It’s not my fault your sexy ass brings out my wild side. I’m starting to feel a bit wild again. If you don’t get naked soon, I may tear that dress off you.”

“You might as well,” she told him, eyes dropping to her outfit. “My friend is going to kill me for ruining her dress anyway.”

“I’ll buy her another one,” Raz promised, eager to get those clothes off her. “Just to be clear, you’re giving me permission to tear your dress off, right?”

“I never said...” She paused. “I guess I kind of did say that, huh?”

“Yes, you did.”

“Oh.”

His grip on his cock tightened. “You’ve already won your part of the bet,” he reminded her. “You made me beg. Now it’s time for me to win mine. It’s time for you to beg, Rose.”

He smiled when she scooted down on the bed, then laid back against his pillows. She placed her hands behind her head. This was a sight he’d pay money to come home to every night. Hell, he had already paid money for this. She just didn’t know it yet. Would she hate him when she found out? Raz pushed that thought aside as her gaze met his in the darkness.

“You still plan to make me beg, huh? Okay. Give it your best shot,” she whispered.

His smile widened. His wild Rose was back. Releasing his cock, he placed one knee on the bed. He paused when she reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it up. She shimmied out of the ensemble, then tossed it to the floor.

Underneath it, she wore some other type of contraption. She slipped it down and pulled it over her hips. He wanted to help her pull it off, but his eyes were drawn to her breasts. Her bra was barely containing them.

At any second, they’d be spilling free. He wanted them in his mouth. He wanted to flick his tongue over her nipple. He resumed watching her undress when she tossed the second garment to the floor.

Only her bra and panties remained. As she worked her bra off, Orazio climbed onto the bed. Kneeling near the edge, he reveled in his first glimpse of her breasts. He barely noticed her throwing her bra to the side.

He was captivated by her brown nipples. They were calling his name. And he was ready to answer. Then he heard another part of her whisper his name.That pussy!She threw her final garment aside and spread her legs. He nearly came from the sight that greeted him.

“Are you hungry, Orazio?” she whispered.

“I’m starving,” he answered, mouthwatering, cock throbbing.

She lifted her hand and motioned for him to come closer. Caught in her spell, he obeyed. He made his way over to herslowly, like a panther stalking his prey. She spread her legs wider, making room for him to lie down between them.

Lying on his side, eyes glued to her pussy, he rubbed a hand over her thigh. He could feel how tense she was. The more he rubbed, the more she relaxed. His fingers crept closer to her center. Instead of continuing in that direction, he went higher, caressing her stomach.

“Must you touch that?” she asked.

His gaze rose to hers. “I must.”

“I’m... not comfortable with you touching my stomach.”

“May I ask why?”

“You can look at it and see why.”

“I’m looking, and I don’t see why?”

She huffed. “I don’t have a flat stomach, Orazio.”

He liked the way she said his name, even when she sounded irritated.

“What does not having a flat stomach have to do with me touching your stomach?”

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