Page 58 of Her Every Fantasy

He froze where he stood. ‘Excuse me?’

‘We didn’t just talk about you in New York. She told me about her...rough relationship with Gideon. Although his new wife seems to be helping them smooth things out.’

Bryce dragged his fingers through his hair. ‘When did you two become so close?’

I shrugged. ‘I’ve always liked her. So she talked you into it and it didn’t work. I think a part of you holds her responsible for exposing you to whatever the outcome of that letter was.’

He glared at me. ‘Don’t shrink me, rosebud.’

‘Tell me I’m wrong.’

‘You’re wrong,’ he stressed through clenched teeth.

A mournful little sigh escaped before I could stop it. ‘Are you going to tell me what the letter said?’

His eyes gleamed as they rested on me for a second before dropping to my breasts. ‘No. I’d rather fuck you.’

God, I wanted that too. Badly. But I had to exercise a little control or he’d bulldoze right over me. ‘I have a full day tomorrow. I should go.’

‘It’s barely eight. According to our little game, we have a few more hours before Sunday’s out.’

A game. Was this all it was to him? I breathed through the hurt tightening in my chest and tried to think rationally.

Did I blame him? It was what we’d agreed, after all, wasn’t it? I could get up and leave and spend the rest of the night on my own, or I could seize the chance to show him...what?

That every minute that passed I cared more for him? Was he ready to hear it?

I stared back at him as I rose from the sofa but the shutters were well and truly down, at least where his emotions were concerned.

The only fire that blazed in his eyes was the sex-crazed kind. And while it kicked my pulse into gear, made my clit zing to life and my pussy throb, there was a bittersweetness wrapped around it that drained my smile as I approached him.

It also fired up a purpose in me, one that had me fine-tuning my walk so my hips swayed and my breasts bounced with pronounced emphasis. His eyes immediately grew hooded, a fine flush washing over his cheeks as he watched me.

When I reached him, I smoothly rose up on the balls of my feet and brushed my lips over his in a featherlight kiss. ‘Hmm. I can be persuaded to stay. Even model another outfit for you like I promised. Would you like that, Bryce?’

He gave a jerky nod. ‘Please.’

I allowed myself a smile at his gruff tone. I reached down and caressed the erection tenting his lounge pants for a sizzling few minutes. Until his jaw was clenched tight and his breathing was harsh. Then I nodded to the sleek leather recliner that faced the glass window overlooking the water. ‘Make yourself comfortable there. I’ll be right back.’

I walked away, aware his eyes were devouring my backside and legs.

In the dressing room, I threw off the T-shirt with a little pang, realising how much I loved wearing something of his next to my skin.

You’re getting way too sentimental.

Impatient with my turbulent emotions, I grabbed the leather-strapped outfit and carefully stepped into it. I’d tried this outfit in its various forms of conception for critique purposes. Wearing it now, knowing it was for the sole purpose of sexual exploration and femininity sent a thrill through my body long before I stepped in front of the mirror and saw the effect.

The straps accentuated specific sections of my body. Shoulders. Breasts. Hips. Pussy. While the golden rings holding the straps together lifted the outfit from dark decadence to boldly sexy.

So far it’d held its place in the top three of my bestsellers and as I turned around and carefully adjusted the straps on the back, I felt another punch of pride.

Pride took a backseat to arousal as I settled the shiny black conical nipple shields in place and fluffed my hair. It was a little wild from the shower but I didn’t care. It was going to get even messier before I was done with Bryce.

I stopped in the bedroom long enough to slip my heels back on, grab a couple of condoms and slide one beneath each of the straps on my hips before heading out.

He was laid out on the recliner in a glorious vision of casual sexiness, one leg raised and one hand tucked behind his head, his other hand lightly caressing his stomach as he stared out of the window.

Seeing my slow, steady approach, his gaze flicked my way.

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