Page 79 of Finding Her Panthers

“Just a sec, babe.”

Are you kidding me?

I’m about to put my dress back on and storm out when he turns all his attention back on me. The desire now clearly displayed on his face.

“I had to send a picture to my brothers. You look fucking delicious. I had to tell them not to expect us home soon.” He sits down in the chair and pats the desk in front of him. “Now come here.”

I walk around the chairs, around the edge of the desk, sliding in front of him, scooting my ass on edge.

He leans back in the chair like a king on a throne, his hands intertwined together under his chin like he has all the time in the world.

“Spread your legs.” His deep voice sends shivers all over my body.

I carefully open further, watching his eyes follow the movement, the flare of fire in them bright. I brace myself on my palms slightly behind me, ready and willing for whatever he wants.

“Unhook the top four clasps.” He nods at my corset.

My hands tremble slightly, making the task more difficult. Maybe I should have just worn nothing under the dress, made for easier access. But the heat in his face was worth the effort.

Finally succeeding, my breasts are partially revealed, the material scraping enticingly across my nipples.

“Lean back again.” He adjusts himself as I do. “Beautiful. What a picture you make.” He picks up his phone again. “Maybe I should take some more pictures to share with my brothers?”

“Yes.” The idea is so arousing.

“Or I should just call them, show them,” he dares.

My hitch in breathing is the only answer he needs.

I wait as he dials the phone, my body trembling in anticipation.

“Jax.” He listens for a minute. “I am busy, but I thought you and James would like a little show. I had to share the view I have.” He chuckles. “Get James.” He runs his gaze over me. “Alright, hold on.”

He hits a couple of buttons, and then I hear groans.

“Jesus,” James mutters.

“Gorgeous,” Jax says roughly.

I can hear them but not see them. Just knowing they can see and listen to me makes me drip. I have never done anything remotely like this.

“Isn’t she a vision?” Blue licks his lips. “What should we do with her?”

“This is your show, brother,” Jax throws back at him.

“Well, we’ve all had our fingers inside her. I would like to see her touch herself,” Blue decides.

My eyes get wide. I have never masturbated in front of anyone before. I have reservations about doing it in front of three people.

“Show us. Stand up and take your panties off,” Blue instructs.

My fears disappear hearing the excitement in his voice. He likes what he’s seen so far, Jax and James, too. My mates would never ridicule or embarrass me. I ache to please them, just as they will do for me.

I stand and turn around, deciding to give a show. I am not ashamed of my body. I may have extra padding here and there, a little pooch on my stomach, some on my hips and thighs, but I own it. I hate that society has drilled into women and girls the idea of perfection is to be skin and bones. Perfection doesn’t exist. And it doesn’t belong in the bedroom with your partner or office. Come to think of it, we haven’t done much in a bed.

Giving them a view of my ass, I hook my thumbs in the sides of my underwear, pulling at the bows, being sure to lean forward over the desk to give them a peek. I am rewarded with groans all around. There is power in taking control of your body and your pleasure. Once they are at my feet, I step out and turn to resume my pose on the desk.

I pause, building the suspense, then open my legs wide again. I revel in the sounds coming from the phone and the wild face of Blue.

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