Page 5 of Mr. Sandman
Anything.
I didn’t have time to be overwhelmed by the prospect; I wanted to get straight to the depths of the handsome stranger who was going to fuck me.
“What are you afraid of?”
I’d learned you could tell most things about a person by what their biggest fear was. It revealed priorities. Vulnerabilities.Character.
My other shoe hit the floor and the delicious foot massage started.
“Not being enough.”
My jaw went slack. It was hard to make sense of the fact that this seemingly perfect man was worried about not being enough, but perhaps the most critical quality of insecurities was that they were irrational.
“Which is why I can’t wait to make you scream… make you come all over my tongue.” His wolfish grin took a decade off his features… and took my breath away.
He placed my foot down, both my feet now resting on his thighs. But that wasn’t what had my attention. What had my attention was the glaring bulge of his cock as it strained his suit pants.
Holy…
I bit my lip, feeling my mouth go dry. “Did I need more than one man?”morphed into“Could I handle more than one man—more than Vaughn?”
Before I even realized what I was doing, my foot inched toward his dick. I wanted to feel it—feel that it was real. He chuckled low, and instantly I stopped.
“Go ahead, Tara.”Again, Tah-ra.
The dose of control made my blood boil, and I slid my foot the rest of the way until it flattened over his cock.
His very, very big and very, very real cock.
Vaughn’s low hiss made my core clench with anticipation. This didn’t seem real—how much I could ache for this.
My stomach flipped as I dragged the ball of my foot along the length of his big cock. I almost made it to the tip before he slid my foot to the side, inching himself forward between my legs.
“Not yet,” he informed me, his eyes never leaving mine as he reached forward and traced the collar of my shirt down to the first button. “You’ll get me, sweetheart, but not until you’re ready.”
My breath hitched when the button popped free, and I forced myself to swallow.
“What are their names?” I ventured shakily, trying to focus on anything aside from how the simple undoing of buttons made me feel like I was going to explode.
His head cocked, and he released another button before answering, “Gage and Chord.”
His eyes flicked over his shoulder toward the wall, and my heart stumbled.He was being literal when he said they were here. Not just figuratively,they were somewhere in the buildinghere. They werehere.
“Now sit tall so I can show them your tits.” If the husk of his voice wasn’t deep enough to reach my bones, the heady promise of his words was.
They were watching this.
The third button was freed, and the fabric gaped,revealing my cleavage all the way to the edges of my white lace bra. Fourth. Fifth. Vaughn reached the point where my shirt was tucked into the waist of my slacks.
“And if I want to see them?”
His eyes shot up to mine as he yanked the fabric free and undid the final button.
“Do you?” He peeled the shirt over one shoulder and then the other, pushing it down my arms until it was completely off.
I shivered, suddenly realizing I was sitting in front of a man I’d just met in nothing but my bra. The lace fabric thin enough to highlight how hard my nipples were.
“I do,” I said huskily.
