Page 129 of The Chase
His mood seemed a little intense, as though he had something serious on his mind.
“Do you want to tell me?” I said softly.
He frowned my way.
“Something’s bothering you?”
Tobias leaned into me and pressed his lips to mine, his tongue brushing my lower lip.
He broke away and trailed his fingers through a curl of my hair. “There, you’ve centered me.”
I fiddled with the bra cups to make sure my breasts fit snuggly and resigned myself to the fact this design revealed an ample amount of my cleavage. A chill might have my nipples betraying me and perking to a deadly point—
Like they were doing now.
He quirked his lips into a smile. “I now know what true obsession is.”
The same could be said about me. Tobias had never looked so dashing. Though I suspected it had little to do with that brand-new Brioni tuxedo he’d had tailored right here in the suite, and more to do with his hair ruffled playfully with that classic post-fucked flair.
Within minutes he’d helped me into the strappy heels and brushed falling locks off my shoulders, despite my attempt to use the length to cover my breasts.
“No bra?” I whispered.
“No, not tonight.”
“I can wear panties, though, right?”
“No.” He walked over to the chrome rack in the hallway and lifted off the satin coat he’d bought me. “Networking is essential in my line of work. You’ll be my reward. Perhaps I’ll take you during the evening to remind you you’re mine.”
A rush of excitement sent a flash of blood to my cheeks.
“It pleases me to know I’ll be able to do this at will.” He knelt before me and lifted the hem of my dress above my hips and his face closed in on my sex—
Sending a shudder spiraling between my thighs, my clit felt incredible as he kissed me, his tongue thrumming.
Leaning forward, swooning into the thrill of his flicking, I let out the softest mewl of pleasure.
He pushed himself to his feet. “You see the benefit of no panties?”
“Yes,” I said in a rush, almost fainting at this lingering tingle between my thighs.
“Of course I don’t want any other man to look at you.” He pulled me into a hug. “But I must be reasonable and let you out sometimes.” He peered down at me and winked.
Tobias tugged the belt of my satin coat tight around my waist.
Using the hallway mirror, he made a final adjustment to his bow tie.
I watched him, mesmerized, this devastation of beauty to behold, his suaveness a blending of broody dashing charisma enhanced by an edgy ruggedness.
And when he looked at me the way he was doing now with that undeniable authority, he made my core clench with want and my nipples bead and made me grateful to be hiding within this coat.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” he said. “The coat’s coming off.”
A thrill shot up my spine. I’d never gone out without underwear in my life. Luckily, no one would ever know.
We made our way down the corridor, and I felt Tobias’s grip wrap firmly around my left arm. He was expecting me to take the liftagain.
“Fear is merely an adversary,” he said. “And adversaries only have power over us if we deliver it into their hands.” He stepped inside and turned to face me.
