Page 122 of Property of Chaos

Whenweget home. “Is that so?”

“Tired of not seeing you in my clothes.”

A wicked grin curls my lips as I step back, out of his reach. “Surely no clothes is better?” I tug the shirt over my head, hanging it from my index finger before letting it fall to the floor.

“Woman…”

I tug my jeans off and then stand tall in only my lingerie. “Get your fucking clothes off, Chaos.”

His chest rises with a deep breath, gaze predatory as he dips his chin. “Yes, Ma’am.”

I back up until my ass hits the vanity, steadying myself with my hands to the edge, and watch my guy strip. He takes his cut off first, leaving the room briefly to place it carefully over the back of the cuck chair. His T-shirt is halfway off when he reappears in the doorway; those delicious arms stretched over his head as he discards the dusty cotton. I’m enamored with the way his inked chest moves as he undoes his belt, shucking hisboots at the same time so that all that’s left to do is remove his jeans and underwear.

The fucker leaves his boxer briefs on, closing the gap between us in two confident strides.

“I said strip, Chaos.”

He takes my hands, setting them against the waistband at his hips. “I want you to do it.”

“Is that so?”

He opens his mouth, hesitating before uttering a strained, “Please?”

Set me in the boat and pay the ferryman because I sure as fuck just died hearing this man plead for me to strip his clothes away.

I don’t dare break eye contact as I hook my thumbs inside the elastic and push down, wriggling the tight fit over the divot at his hips. Not even when his thick cock springs free or when I have to shimmy the stretched cotton blend over his muscular thighs.

I don’t even look away to lift one leg and hook my foot in the gusset, pushing them to his feet.

He steps free, breaking eye contact first to stare at my bra and panties pointedly.

I respond by raising one brow.Who the fuck is in charge here?“Get in the shower.”

He bites back a grin, turning to grace me with a God-sent view of his broad back and taut ass.Fuck me, the man is everything.I drop my jaw, rolling my eyes back in my head while he’s distracted, and then snap my composure back in place as he turns beneath the spray.

“What now?”

Oh, he is not getting off that lightly.“What now,what,Chaos?”

He presses his lips tight, eyes blazing. “What now,Ma’am?”

“Good boy.”

His chest shudders at my praise, one strong hand lifting to run a path from his stomach to throat.

I reach behind me to unclasp my bra. “You like that, huh?”

A single nod.

“Words, Chaos.” I stall, cups hooked over my breasts.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

I drop the bra away.

He exhales heavily, tipping his head back and closing his eyes to let the water run over his face. His lips move, yet I can’t make out what he whispers over the hiss of the spray.

“More than six hours on the road has got to leave you pretty sore, huh?” I shirk my panties and step inside the cubicle. “I bet all these muscles are begging for release.” His chin drops, long lashes blinking away the drops of water when I reach forward and grab hold of his impressive cock. “Especially this one.”

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