Page 37 of Catch You

I’m powerless but to watch as she reveals her perfect, milky skin to me. Biting down on my bottom lip, I run my eyes up the curve of her hip, over the black lace covering her and up her slim waist.

My cock swells as she lifts it higher, revealing her bra-encased breasts. I curse the padding that’s stopping me from seeing her perfect rosebud nipples. I bet they’re pert right now.

As the fabric clears her head, her red hair falls back down around her shoulders.

The silence in the room is heavy as we stare at each other with chemistry crackling between us. She’s right there in touching distance. All I’d have to do is lean forward, and I could feel her soft skin.

“C-Corey?” The slight waver in her voice proves that she’s maybe not as confident right now as she appears.

“Fuck.” I scrub my hands down my face and over my rough jaw.

“Don’t you want to …” She reaches for her dress that’s been discarded on the end of the chair.

“No,” I say, standing and wrapping my fingers around her wrist, stopping her from picking it back up. “I’m just really fucking glad Snake didn’t get to do this.”

I lean forward and she gasps, her pupils dilating. I know she thinks I’m about to kiss her, but as much as I might want to doexactly that, I know I can’t. Not yet, anyway. I’ve got a job to do, and I need to keep my head in the game and not just think with my cock.

Reaching out, I hit the button on the chair to flatten it.

She jumps in front of me as the movement startles her.

“Lie down on your front,” I whisper in her ear. She shudders as my breath tickles down her neck, and goose bumps prick her skin.

“O-Okay,” she breathes.

Reluctantly, I take a step back and watch as she does as I say. My fists clench with need, but I stay put. I’ve got a job to do. So what if I want to fuck my client into next week? I’m a professional.

She pulls her hair over her shoulder and looks at me. I drop my eyes down her back and stop on her lace-covered arse.

Jesus fucking Christ. Why couldn’t she have at least been wearing trousers? I hate to do it, but I turn around and grab a blanket that I’ve got folded up on the side. I shake it out and cover her from the waist down.

“I don’t want you getting cold,” I mumble as an excuse. Of course I want her to be comfortable, but this is as much for my own comfort as it is hers.

With her eyes still on me, I make a show of rearranging myself just so she knows exactly what the sight of her almost-naked body does to me before turning around to sort out my kit.

I’d tidied up after my client left, thinking that I was done for the day. How wrong I was.

After settling myself beside her, I look over her smooth, flawless skin. Excitement tingles just below the surface. I love getting my hands on a virgin.

“I’m glad I get to be your first,” I murmur, much to her amusement. “So, starting here,” I press my finger against the skin of her lower back, and I swear to fucking God that anelectric current shoots up my arm. If her surprised gasp is anything to go by, I’d say she felt it too. “And then finish about up here?” I walk my fingers up her back and delight in the shudder that runs through her.

“Y-yes.”

Let me stencil it on and you can check that you’re happy.

“No,” she blurts, making she pause. “Just do it. I trust you.”

My heart beats a little faster as her words settle into me.

“You’re going to need to stay still.”

“Then you’d better stop tickling.”

Silence descends as I get her ready for the needle.

“Did you draw this?” I ask, looking at her sketch.

“Yeah. I know I won’t be winning any awards anytime soon.”

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