Page 29 of Ares' Shield
I push an errant hair behind my ear and trail my fingers down my neck to tease him as I reach for the top button on my shirt.
Jayden’s gaze moves with my hand as I run my fingers over the newly exposed skin.
“Who’s doing the teasing now?” he asks with a cocked brow.
“It’s just a little payback. Unless you want to come undress me yourself.” I pop the second button open.
His eyes zero in on my cleavage and he licks his lips as his shadows pulse around him.
“No,” he grunts. “I like watching you.”
He shifts in his seat. As I undo the third button, my shirt falls open, revealing the white lace bra I’m wearing. Jayden’s hands clench the armrests of his chair in a white-knuckle grip.
I pluck at a nipple through the white lace and my head falls back as I moan.
“Fuck.” Jayden’s tone is rough and almost garbled as he continues to hold himself back. “Take it off.”
“I’m getting there.” I pout, reaching for the next button on my uniform shirt.
It pops open and I shimmy the shirt down my shoulders and run my hands over the top of my bra, never taking my eyes from Jayden as I torture him the way he was torturing me.
“You like what you see?” I ask, pinching my nipple again. I gasp.
I’m torturing myself as well, but it will be worth it if Jayden loses control.
“Gods, Beth.” His fingers flex on the armrest like he’s holding back from launching himself at me.
His eyes burn with the fires of the underworld as I flick my bra strap off my shoulder and then the other.
My bra dips low, showing more of my breasts, and I lean forward, giving Jayden a better view down my bra.
Reaching behind my back, I clasp my bra and let it fall the rest of the way before working the rest of the buttons on my shirt.
I crawl to the end of the bed, never taking my eyes off Jayden, and shimmy off the bed in nothing but my plaid uniform skirt.
I grip my breasts in both hands, tweaking the nipples as I slowly make my way to him across the room.
“I want the skirt off,” he growls.
“Soon,” I say and shoot him a sultry smile.
When I’m in front of his chair, I stop and crawl up on his lap. My fingers tease the buttons on his shirt open and I run my hands over his smooth rock-hard chest.
“You’re killing me.” Jayden grips my waist and leans in to brush his lips over my nipple.
My back arches as he sucks the peak into his mouth and rolls his tongue over it. All it does is push my breast into his mouth and he grins against me.
“Jayden,” I moan.
“It’s only fair that I torture you back a little.” He glances up to meet my eyes.
Asshole.
His hands fumble with the zipper on the side of my skirt briefly before he pulls it down. Jayden grasps the hem and pulls it over my head in one swift movement.
I’m on Jayden’s lap in nothing but white lace panties. He tosses the skirt aside and his hands land back on my hips, his thumbs rubbing circles on them.
“I think I’m done with you teasing me.” Jayden grips my ass and stands, lifting me in his arms as if I weigh nothing.
