Page 154 of Torrid Love
I enter my office, lock the door and head straight to my private bathroom. I slip inside and lock that door as well.
“What took you so long?” Dom demands.
“For someone who was hesitating, you sure are impatient.”
“You got me all worked up,” she says.
“Good.” I pin her with a hungry stare.
She’s gorgeous.
She’s wearing a classy navy dress that doesn’t quite hit her at the ankle. Her nude-colored heels draw the eyes up to the slit, accentuating the opening at the front of her dress.
I offer a wolfish grin. “Where’s my prize?”
“What prize?”
The devilish glee in her eyes tells me she knows exactly what I’m talking about.
“Your panties.”
A naughty smile curves the corner of her mouth. “You mean these?” I let out a little growl when I catch a glimpse of the patch of silk fisted in her hand.
“I didn’t expect purple,” I tell her.
“They complement the dress,” she says.
“And they complement the woman.”
She smiles at that.
I was in London last month for a meeting with Holt and I might’ve gone a little crazy at Agent Provocateur.
It’s for her pleasure as much as mine.
“You’re full of flattery, Wolfe.”
“And soon, you’ll be full of me.”
She explodes in laughter. “That’s cheesy.”
Yeah, she’s right.
“Get your fine ass over here,” I order.
She sashays in my direction, her panties swinging from her finger, each step sassier than the other.
Damn.
“Tease.” I grab her panties and tuck them in the back pocket of my jeans.
“Not again,” she cries out. “Rod, you keep doing that.”
“Don’t I buy you new ones every time?”
“It’s so embarrassing walking around without panties.”
“Not for me it isn’t.”
