Page 19 of The Naughty List
Killing me.
“An employee,” I finish because it’s the truth.
She fidgets nervously, wringing her hands together in front of her.
“I loved this one. I wanted you to see it, get the full effect, but Madeline didn’t have it in stock in any of the models’ sizes.”
Time stands still, a wrenching ache making itself known in my gut as she lowers the robe.
Only tiny red bows cover her nipples and the mouthwatering juncture at her thighs. They’re connected by some tiny scraps of lace and a silk ribbon.
She’s literally a gift to unwrap.
Testosterone floods my body, filling me with a possessive urge to claim her. Here. Now.
For hours on end.
My lungs are decimated at the sight of her exposed flesh, refusing to fill as fast as I need them to.
I knew she had a nice body but I typically only see her in leggings and sweatshirts. It was easier to pretend she wasn’t a walking, talking wet dream when she was covered.
“Do you like it?”
Do Ilikeit?
I want to tear it off with my teeth.
A chiming bell from the front of the store rings and all I can think iswhat if that’s a man? I don’t want anyone seeing the exposed parts of Hollis’s beautiful body.
I stand abruptly, blocking the view of her should anyone venture back here. We overhear Madeline greeting someone. A male voice responds and I bull-rush Hollis into the nearest dressing room stall, yanking the curtain closed behind us.
“Jonah,” she breathes, wide-eyed and clearly stunned by my behavior.
I can relate.
“Sorry,” I say, wishing I actually was. “I didn’t want some random dude seeing so much of you.”
Her eyes darken visibly, the dressing room lights glinting off them in a way that makes her appear less like the wholesome woman I’ve come to know and more like an otherworldly vixen sent here to convince me everything I thought I knew is wrong.
“You never said if you liked what I’m wearing.” Her voice is breathy as it fills the tight space between us.
I allow my eyes to roam greedily over every exposed inch of her skin before meeting her gaze.
“If there are angels in Hell, Hollis, ones you get to lust after for all of eternity and are never allowed to touch, I expect this is exactly what they look like.”
She licks her lips slowly, making it hard for me to think straight. I’m so close to her skin that her scent fills my head. That vanilla cinnamon scent that makes me ache to taste her.
“So you enjoyed those other women parading around half naked for you, but I make you feel like you’re in Hell.” She nods as if this is hurtful, but I can tell she’s taunting me. Her lips are still fighting back a grin. “I see how it is.”
“If I step any closer, you’re going tofeelhow it is, Rossi.”As in, my stiff cock will be poking you eagerly, worse than Achilles begging for attention.
Blatant desire swirls in her dark pupils. I’m not sure if it’s hers or mine reflected back at me.
Neon red warning signs flash danger behind my own eyes, but I can’t force myself to back away from her. I’m too far gone now to remove myself from the situation.
“Tell me the truth, Rossi. This really about the job, or something else?”
What do you want from me, woman?
