Page 19 of Sexpresso Night

She lifted her head and peered up at him again through wet lashes. Her heart gave a little bump. Her breath stuck in her throat. Standing on the edge of a mountain, the world stretched beneath her vast and scary, she said, “You tell me.”

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Danya had to search for her clothes. The tank tops still lay on the floor of the foyer, the denim skirt had made it to the bedroom. She found her bra hanging on the edge of the small foyer table but she couldn’t find her panties.

She stood in the bedroom, hands on hips, a small pout on, and peered around the room. They had to be somewhere.

Then Carter walked into the room, her pink panties dangling from one finger.

“There they are!” She crossed the room toward him, hand outstretched to take them from him, the rest of her clothes clutched against her. But as she neared, he lifted his hand so the panties were out of her reach. She paused. Eyed him. “Carter. Give me my panties.”

One brow arched and the corners of his mouth deepened. “No.”

She blinked at him. “What do you mean, no? I need them.”

“You can’t wear these panties again.” He held them up in the air. “Not two days in a row.”

Since he was a good eight inches taller than her, there was no way she could reach them. She frowned. “Then what am I supposed to do?”

“Get dressed.”

The heat in his eyes entranced her, and she hesitated only a couple of heartbeats before she walked over to the bed and dropped her clothes there. Excruciatingly aware of Carter’s hot gaze on her, she put on her bra then dragged the crumpled tank tops over her head. She stepped into the skirt and did up the tiny zipper and button low on her hips. She smoothed the cotton shirts to try to get most of the wrinkles out then tugged the skirt as low as she could. It was a short skirt and she’d have to move very carefully if she didn’t want the whole world to see her girl parts.

She turned to fully face him, dressed sans panties, and bit her lip.

“Very nice.” He tucked her panties into the pocket of his jeans.

Her eyes widened. “What are you doing?”

“I’ll give them back to you. Later.”

Her belly quivered and heat shimmered over her body at the thought of going out in public without underwear. Lord.

“Let’s go.” He stood aside so she could precede him out of the bedroom. His gaze scorched her as she walked by him, every nerve alert and jumping.

When they arrived at Karma Coffee, she sat at a table in the window. Her hair was frizzed and wildly wavy, the only make-up she wore was lip gloss, and she still had on the same clothes she’d worn yesterday, other than panties, but she’d never felt prettier or sexier in her life. She couldn’t stop smiling and her pussy still throbbed, making her agonizingly aware of how bare she was, the wooden seat of the chair hard and cool beneath her thighs. She tugged the skirt and tried not to squirm.

She propped her chin on her hand and idly stirred her skinny vanilla latte, staring into space. Carter had sat her down at the table, brought her the latte and with a kiss to the top of her head had disappeared into his roasting dungeon or whatever he called it. Her friends should be there any minute.

What had she done last night?

Confusion knotted her insides. She’d let Carter do things to her that hadn’t been done to her for a long time. She’d completely let him take over, had unquestioningly done whatever he’d wanted and…she’d loved it.

It terrified her. Why was she falling back into this again? She’d sworn she would always be the one in control.

But look how well that had worked out with Chris. Not.

She sighed, but remembering how she’d felt under Carter’s control tugged a smile from her and had wings fluttering her in belly. Her body went soft all over again.

“What’s so funny?”

Still unable to stop the smile tugging her lips, she looked up as Jenny dropped into the chair next to her. “Nothing.”

Jenny eyed her. “Okay. But you seem to be in a very good mood.”

“I feel great.”

Marina walked in then and joined them at the table. “That’s good to hear.” She flashed a smile as she pulled her wallet out of her purse. “Things must have gone well last night with Chris.”

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