I shrugged, loving the playful vibe he was giving off, my whole being blissed out, like nothing in this world could trouble me. "Pretty good," I said, doing my best to bite back my smile.
His jaw dropped. "Only pretty good?"
Lifting my shoulders again, I caught his eyes drifting to my still bare breasts. Yeah. They were on full display, and I saw him swallow.
"What were we talking about again?" he asked. "I lost my train of thought because... well, boobs."
Giggling, I was well aware that the movement made everything jiggle, and I could have sworn his breathing picked up. The knowledge that I had that power over him was the most potent aphrodisiac in the world.
"We were talking about how you're not done with your seduction," I said, his eyes flicking back to mine. "I'm hoping there's an act two where..."
Oh, crap, my courage suddenly ran out.
He leaned closer to me, his big body pushing into me. "Where what?" he demanded.
Could I say it? I desperately wanted to say it. Ihadto say it.
Licking my suddenly dry lips, I noticed his gaze dropping to my mouth.
"Wherewhat?" he repeated.
Welp, here goes. I could do this. I could say it. Taking a breath, I slowly released it. "An act two..." I whispered. "Where you fuck me."
Five
Astrid
He muttered a curse.
Was that a good curse or a bad curse?
"If you want to, that is," I added because I was still me, even with the mask and anonymity.
His answer was to sweep me up in his arms—good lord, this man was strong. I yelped and threw my arms around his neck as he carried me bridal style farther into the room and down a dark hallway.
After he kicked open a door, he strode into the room and tossed me onto the bed. Tossed me! Like literally manhandled me.
I wanted to squeal and kick my feet. Being manhandled was my dream.This manwas my dream.
He stood there by the edge of the bed, his body slowly taking shape while my eyes adjusted, only a tiny bit of light coming in from a window.
"Take the dress off," he said.
Oh, okay. We were really doing this.
I did my best to wiggle out of it gracefully, glad of how dark it was in this room, for a multitude of reasons.
He didn't turn away. In fact, if I wasn't mistaken, he stared at me quite openly while I went up to my knees and removedthe dress completely, not sure where to put it. I started to move, thinking I'd lay it across a chair, but he stretched out a hand, indicating that I should hand it over. So I did.
With his back to me, I reached for my shoes, but he suddenly turned, empty-handed now, and pinned me with his eyes.
"Leave the heels on," he said.
Oh, a little bit kinky. I liked it. "Okay," I answered, folding my legs to the side and trying my best to look sexy. "What... what about you?"
He shrugged out of his suit jacket and undid his tie, in that distinctly masculine way, rough and a little bit impatient. And then he made short work of his belt and pants—oh, that sound and what it did to me.
Quickly, he unbuttoned his shirt, yanking it off as well, my eyes drinking in the sight in front of me. Not for the first time tonight, I realized how damn lucky I'd been to end up with this particular man.
