Page 60 of The C Agreement

“That you mean something. I want to hear you say it.”

She rolled her eyes.

That was a good sign. She was more annoyed than mad.

“Say it,” I repeated. Tilting my head, I added, “Don’t make me tell you to take off your panties.”

I didn’t want the evening to revolve around sex—that would come later—but I was willing to use anything in my arsenal I could.

“Fine. I mean something.”

“Thank you.”

She leaned forward. “Just a note: threatening me with no underwear isn’t really much of a threat.”

My cock immediately hardened.

Fuck, this woman.

I almost changed my plans for the night, but I was determined.

“Noted, baby.” Breaking eye contact, I leaned back in my seat. “Now, tell me something unsexy, so I don’t pull you into the restroom at this fancy restaurant.”

Rayne laughed and told me a story about a colleague at work.

We both behaved for the rest of dinner and made it to the movie without incident. I made sure to order popcorn and drinks and picked seats in the middle of the theater. I didn’t want her to think I had brought her there to make out like teenagers.

We did go to a romcom, and while I hadn’t been excited about seeing it, I was glad it made Rayne happy. And she was right. I did laugh, and by the end of the movie, I was rooting for the main characters to get together.

I held her hand on the drive home. We rode in comfortable silence, and I liked that we didn’t have to constantly find something to talk about.

And when we walked into my house, I slipped her purse from her arm and led her to my room. It reminded me of our first night together, and this was just as exciting as then.

I left the shades open in my room and the lights off. The moon and stars provided just the right amount of luminance for what I had in mind.

Tonight was about her. No bossing her around. No blow jobs. I planned to kiss every inch of her and give her what she wanted.

Starting with her mouth.

I pulled her into my arms and brushed my lips over hers. Patiently, I waited for her to lick the seam of my lips, and when she did, I groaned into her mouth as she deepened our kiss.

She pushed her breasts into my chest, and her tight nipples were like a brand to my skin. When I tore my mouth away, we were both breathing heavy, and I had to stop myself from demanding she strip out of her clothes and bend over so I could fuck her.

I kissed the corner of her mouth and then her collarbone. I continued to pepper kisses down one side of the V-neck front of her dress and back up the other. It wasn’t until I reached her shoulder that I went for the zipper in the back. Slowly, I lowered the metal tab, kissing every inch of her skin as it was exposed to me.

When the material pooled at her waist, I moved back up to her bra. With the same painstaking slowness, I removed her bra and kissed her breasts and nipples, barely refraining from tugging her nipples into my mouth.

“I love your breasts,” I whispered against her skin and lowered myself to my knees to kiss her belly.

She brought a hand up, but I stopped her with a hand on her wrist.

“Please don’t. I love your stomach.”

She didn’t try to cover herself again.

I continued to undress her, kissing each body part and telling her how much I loved it.

When she was naked, I led her over to the bed and laid her down before stripping off my own clothes. Lying down beside her, I brushed my palm over her body again until her breathing was ragged and hard.

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