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“Bottom toward me when you bend. Do it properly.”

The color painted upon her buttocks was already beginning to fade, but I still greatly enjoyed her doing as she was told, her generous flesh swaying and jiggling slightly as she stumbled once, struggling with one of the straps. Then she rose, moving to face me, the length of her gorgeous, slender legs enhanced by the exaggerated gait forced upon her by the tall heels.

“Much better.” I held out my jacket to her. “Put this on.”

A deep line formed at her brow. “Your…that? What are we—”

“Just do it. It’s cold. We need to go, and I can’t very well have you walking through the lobby naked as the day you were born. Much as I might like to have you do that very thing.” I placed a hand on my chest, mockingly. “I’mnota monster, after all.”

Her eyes darted down, then up to me again. As if suddenly piecing together what I intended, her face drained of color. “You don’t really mean…”

“Yes, I do. Put it on.”

With supreme reluctance, she slid her arms in, then zipped it up. Since the coat was cut for a much taller man, she was almost swimming in it, only her crimson-painted fingertips peeking out from the ends of the sleeves. The hem of the jacket did cover her nakedness, but it came down to only just under the lower curves of her buttocks. If she had to bend over in any way, the slit of her sex would be clearly revealed to anyone who happened to be watching.

“I…I look like a complete whore,” she squeaked, blushing fiercely again, holding her arms out to the side.

“No—you look likemywhore.” I stepped close, raising her chin on my finger, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Which is exactly what you are, right now. Let’s go.”

Allowing her to first grab her toothbrush and a few other items from the bathroom, I ushered her out the door.

She clung close to me as we walked down the long hallway. We passed only a single maid, a brunette with her dark hair in a long, single braid down her back. The young woman was—luckily for Eva—wholly engrossed in something on her cell phone screen, though, seemingly not noticing us at all.

But the lobby was entirely different. As we crossed the broad expanse of pale cream tile, her heels clacked loudly, her gait awkward, but still slinky in a way that couldn’t help but attract covetous male gazes. The main conference room, which opened directly off the front lobby, was hosting some sort of insurance seminar or convention, so the lobby had numerous people milling about, business suits and classy dresses abounding.

I thought Eva might actually bury her face against my chest as I led her through the throng by the hand. I grinned at several people, catching their shocked—and in more than one case lecherous—looks as they laid eyes on my companion. Though nobody said anything outwardly, I heard a few low murmured exclamations as we passed some men, and then a muted feminine sniff of disapproval.

It was perhaps ten or fifteen seconds at most as I navigated my way through the crowd and out the glass doors into the parking lot. But I was certain that for Eva it seemed much,muchlonger than that.

“Oh…myGod,” she hissed, her hand quivering in mine. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open, lips bright red.

“That was fun,” I said, grinning wolfishly at her. “Now, let’s get you home.”

Chapter 15

Nick

It was raining again, a sultry mist just beginning to settle upon the front lawn as we stood before the closed and locked front door. The house keys were in my hand, but I had no intention of using them yet. I waited on her decision.

Fortunately, the gable over the porch kept us dry. But that was the least of Eva’s concerns at that moment. Her voice was a shocked whisper. “You…you aren’t serious…”

I nodded. “I am quite serious. For the duration of the weekend, you willnotenter this house wearing a stitch of clothing. I’ll allow shoes this time, only because I like the way those fuck-me heels make your hips sway and your big tits bounce. Otherwise, while under my roof, you’ll have nothing on, unless I assign it to you.”

“Jesus, Nick…” She looked over her shoulder. There was nobody around, but I crowded a little closer anyway. “What if someone is…watching?”

“Then they watch. Not our problem.” I stroked her upper back. “I’m right behind you, blocking the view from the street. Nobody is going to see anything unless they’re really trying to. In which case, well, they’ll get a little show then, I suppose. Now, jacketoff.”

“How reassuring.”

“I wasn’t trying to be.” I took even more pleasure in her bashfulness than I imagined I would.

“One of the neighbors could be…watching us from their windows.”

I shrugged. “Which means we’ll never see them. Which means we’ll never know, will we? Which means it will be as if it never happened. Take it off. You’re stalling.”

She made a strangled, desperate sound in her throat, but she obeyed, unzipping the jacket, then shrugging it off. I caught it, drawing it from her arms and draping it over my right shoulder. I sidled up behind her, pushing my chest against her back, pinning her against the cold steel of the door, loving the way she gasped as her breasts ballooned to each side. I took my time turning the locks, then finally pushed the door open, Eva slipping hastily inside. I followed her in, shutting the door behind me with a foot.

For a moment, I just drank in her image as she stood there in the foyer perched precariously upon her heels, the tendons at the backs of her heels contrasting against the black of the straps. She faced away from me, making no attempt to move, her hands wringing together in front of her. Her face turned toward the floor, shoulders rounded, her slender back swept down to the narrowness of her waist, the illumination from the sidelights of the door casting an almost ghostly glow upon the luscious, round orbs of her buttocks. I took them both in hand, squeezing firmly, smiling at the breathless moan that slipped from her lips.

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