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Skye.

Skye’s ass.

Fuck.

I can’t wait.

Chapter Thirty-One

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I smile at the post. Skye looks radiant.

And she did it for me.

She arrives at my apartment a few minutes later.

She’s wearing a khaki green mini-dress that would work for a night on the town or a casual dinner party. It brings out subtle gold flecks in her gorgeous eyes. Her silky hair is down, its waves flouncing over her shoulders.

“You look beautiful,” I say, once Christopher and the rest of his staff have made themselves scarce.

“Thank you. So do you.”

Hardly. I’m in faded jeans and a light blue button-down. I haven’t even put on any shoes. Easier to get my pants off when the time comes. My hair is still slightly damp from the shower.

She smiles.

“As beautiful as you are, though”—I stare at her nipples hardening through the fabric of her dress—“you’re going to have to take your clothes off.”

She looks around. We’re standing in the middle of the foyer, and with my open floor plan, pretty much anyone in the living room, kitchen, or dining room can see us. If anyone were here.

“No one will see you but me,” I say. “Now, do as I tell you.”

She nods, trembling, and slips out of her sandals. She slidesthe straps of the dress over her shoulders and shimmies out of it. She stands now only in a strapless bra and thong. Damn. Her nipples are even harder now.

My jaw tightens, and a low growl emerges from my throat. “All of it.”

She inhales. We’re having Italian. “Do you want me to eat naked?”

“Absolutely,” I say.

She parts her lips.

I suck in a breath. “That mouth.”

Her nipples push against the satin of her bra. She reaches around, unhooks it, and lets it drop to the floor.

I suck in another breath. “Fuck. Those tits, Skye.”

She slides her finger under the tiny waistband of her thong and pushes it over her hips and ass, letting it fall next to her bra.

No one’s here. No one except Skye and me. But she doesn’t know that. As far as she’s concerned, anyone could walk in.

Already I know the thought excites her. She has slight exhibitionist tendencies. I found that out when I fucked her in my office in front of the open window—before she knew the windows were tinted and no one could see in.

I don’t want anyone laying eyes on what’s mine.

“I suppose you’ll remain dressed?” she says.

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