Page 50 of Only for the Season
I slam my hands on the wall next to the door to cage her in. “Tell me you aren’t wearing stockings.”
“I’m not wearing stockings.”
I rake my gaze down her body until I reach her legs, which are clearly covered in stockings.
She nibbles on her bottom lip. “They’re thigh-highs.”
I moan. “I’m fucking you with your heels and those thigh-highs on.”
Her breath hitches. “Yes, please.”
I’m hard as steel. There’s nothing sexier than a woman begging during sex. “I love it when you beg.”
“I wasn’t begging.”
“But you will be.”
She sniffs and lifts her perky little nose in the air. “I will not.”
I smirk. “This is going to be fun.”
“Promises. Pro—”
I slam my mouth to hers before she can finish her taunt. She gasps and I thrust my tongue inside. Her taste has me moaning. Coffee, sugar, and a hint of sea. It’s as unique as Parker is.
She grasps my shoulders and I yank my lips from hers. “Hands on the wall.”
“But I want to touch you,” she pouts.
“And you will.” She grins. “When I allow it.”
“Scrooge is bossy.”
“I’m in control here. Do you have a problem with me being in charge?”
She contemplates me for a long moment and my stomach drops. Fuck. She’s going to say no. She’s going to stop this before we can get started.
The water in the shower isn’t cold enough to handle how hard it will be for me to walk away from her. But I will. I don’t push women against their will.
“Will you give me an orgasm?”
“I’ll give you as many as you want.”
“As many as I want? Don’t oversell it, Scrooge.”
I growl. “Stop calling me Scrooge.”
“Start giving me orgasms.”
“You’ll listen to my orders? You accept I’m in control?”
“As long as you don’t deny me an orgasm, we’re good.”
Relief pours through me. She’s not saying no. In fact, she’s wriggling against me, trying to get some relief.
“Be still.”
Her breath hitches and she stills. Huh. Someone gets off on being ordered around. This night is getting better and better.
