Page 62 of Mr. Big Shot

I’ve been so good when it comes to Scarlett. Fantasies unspool one after another. My attraction to her is undeniable, and now I have her in my arms, her lips on mine. I decide all bets are off. For tonight.

She presses her hot little body against me. There’s no denying how much I want her. She must realize how easily she winds me up. My hands move from her back down to her hips, lower until I have my palms curved around her ass, hauling her against me as our hips start to move, as we—

Suddenly she breaks away and pushes me. I realize the couch is at my back just before the back of my legs hit it. I sit while she stands assessing me with red lips.

“You can’t take over like that,” she chides.

“What?”

She’s breathing as hard as I am. Those delicate eyebrows are furrowed in annoyance. “Usually, I’d want that. I would love nothing more than to let you do whatever it is you were about to do to me. It felt amazing, believe me, but I have to know if I can bring a man to his knees, Hudson. That’s what this is all about. You have to let me lead, okay?”

“You’re kidding me.”

She throws her hands up. “That’s the whole point! If we have great sex but you’re the one in charge, I won’t have the answer to my question. I’ll just assume you were the reason it was so good.”

I’m having the hardest time suppressing a laugh. “So what do you want me to do?”

“Let me seduce you.”

The raging hard-on I’m sporting beneath my zipper must not be evidence enough. I wipe my hand down my face. “Scarlett, you could—”

She takes a step back and reaches for the strap of her dress. She’s going to make good on her promise, and she only gives me a moment to realize that before she pushes her strap down off her shoulder and the front of her dress dips low enough that I catch a teasing glimpse of black lace lingerie cresting over her left breast.

Oh.

My stomach swoops.

My hands fist into the couch.

She’s watching me, hungry for my reaction. I don’t try to conceal it. I don’t think I’m savvy enough to mask it anyway. She has to know how much I want her, how much this is killing me.

She lets her dress hang like that for a suspended moment as I just sit there, admiring her. Then with a shaky hand, she reaches up for her other strap, sliding it over her slender shoulder and letting it slip off before she pushes the top of her dress down to her hips.

So much of her skin is revealed so suddenly. I want to demand she slow down, let me catch my goddamn breath, but I can’t speak as she slides her dress the rest of the way off, letting it pool in a silky heap at her feet before she steps out of it altogether.

I haven’t taken a breath in what feels like five minutes. My chest is screaming for air.

Scarlett’s in nothing but black lace. Her lingerie is delicate and sparse enough that I can see the pink tips of her breasts through the fabric. Even if she hadn’t ordered me to just sit here, I wouldn’t be able to move.

She’s…exquisite.

I can’t decide where to look. My gaze roves over her body with hungry abandon. I take in her full breasts over the top of her lingerie, the high cut of her black thong over her hips, her endless legs. A piece of her dark brown hair falls over her shoulder, casting a shadow over part of her face.

I can feel her nervous energy palpating between us.

“Am I okay?” she asks timidly.

I squeeze my eyes closed so I don’t let out a string of expletives. When I think I’ve mostly managed to conquer the worst of my anger with Jasper, I blink my eyes open and look at her again.

Her gaze is wide and innocent. Her dark lashes frame the sweetest pair of dark brown eyes. Her face could bring me to my knees.

“Come here.”

She hesitates as if she’s scared, but when she eventually steps closer, right between my knees, I reach out to skim my hand up the outside of her right thigh, toying with the lace fabric, tugging it up higher until it rests over her hip bone. I swallow as my thumb brushes her skin. It’s so soft she doesn’t feel real.

“You’re doing it again,” she says with a weak voice.

Ignoring her, I bring my hand up to smooth it over the contours of her stomach, up higher, skimming her ribs and brushing the outside of her bra.

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