by Jill Monroe
“I find that hard to believe about you.” The woman basically glided as she walked, oozed sexiness and probably never had to worry about rejection a day in her life.
“Young girls and women have a lot in common. They want to please the people around them. Women take into their heart too much of what they hear. And while caring about others is a woman’s strength, it’s also a weakness, because she stops caring about herself. That ends when you buy that first piece of lingerie that’s just for you.”
Like a mint brassiere with ruched straps. So impractical for an engineer, and so just what she needed.
Keely made a wide sweeping gesture. “Turn around and face this mirror. Now tell me how my lingerie will make you feel.”
“Sexy. Desirable.”
“Go on, dig deeper. Sexy and desirable is how you want to appear. How do you want to feel?”
“Dangerous.”
“Good.”
Hayden’s eyes grew fierce. “As if I’m putting the man I’m with on notice to bring his A game.”
“When I showed you the bra earlier, did you once think about how he’d like it, or only how much you’d enjoy wearing it?”
Her eyes widened. “Only me.”
“See? No thirteen-year-old girl. We tell ourselves that men are attracted to large breasts and flat stomachs and perfect thighs, but the man you want to be with, he’s drawn to you by the confidence you exude. That comes from pleasing yourself.” Keely lifted a finger. “Now, you can keep your man in mind, of course, there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s not like you wear pink because you discover he hates the color. Yes, his tastes are important, but please yourself first. You said you want something to take off in front of a man?”
“It sort of popped out of my mouth in the moment. I had a thought, and I went with it.” Because it made her feel bold. Provocative.
Keely nodded. “Your instincts are good. Now let’s give you the tools. What colors strike you most?”
“I’m drawn to bold colors. Deep purples and reds.”
“I have just the thing.”
An hour and a half later, Hayden hesitated in front of Tony’s door. She was about to make a video of herself in a compromising position—just the kind of thing she’d been afraid she’d done Thursday night. The kind of thing that could jeopardize all she’d worked for.
But Hayden knew something now that she hadn’t known yesterday—Tony was honorable. An old-fashioned word learned from Gran, but still it applied. He would never allow such a video to get out. And for herself, the one thing she’d learned in the past twenty-four hours was that her own fear and inhibitions had been keeping her from a whole host of pleasurable experiences. And she wasn’t going to deny herself anymore.
Hayden slid the keycard inside the lock and the mechanism released with a click.
Tony stood as she entered, shirtless with his jeans riding low on his hips. Could there be a sexier man than this one? How was she supposed to play out her striptease fantasy when all she wanted to do was yank his jeans down?
His lips curved in a smile while his eyes darkened with relief.
“Afraid I wasn’t coming back?”
His grin turned rueful. “The idea had crossed my mind. Hayden, you don’t have to strip while I film you. It would be amazing, but don’t do it if you—”
“Your camera ready?” she interrupted, tossing her purse onto the coffee table.
His nostrils flared as he sucked in air. Hard. The sound loud and telling. Her heartrate kicked up and the blood pounded through her veins. The heavy ridge of him grew behind the zipper of his jeans.
You’re doing this for you.
But the fact that her man had obviously been anticipating it so much was more than just a bonus. It was a pleasure that made her feel dizzy, and so very wanted.
Wait. Her man?
No, she was just confused from the sex haze. She and Tony were enjoying one another. There was something empowering about dressing for a man, knowing you had his full attention—when he wouldn’t, no scratch that, couldn’t look away. But as the saleswoman had told her, it was even more empowering to dress for her own enjoyment and pleasure.
She lifted her bag from the boutique. “I’ll be right back.” Then she slinked—or at least she tried—into the bedroom. She closed the door behind her, the bag clutched to her chest. The bed was made. Tony or maid service?
The Do Not Disturb Sign had still been hanging from the door when she’d returned, and their dirty breakfast dishes had been stacked but not cleared. No, Tony must have made the bed. Now that she thought about it, the bed at the cabin had been straightened, too—once she’d no longer required the sheet as covering. It was the little details that made a woman truly know a man.
Her granny had always been a stickler for bed making, a habit Hayden had gleefully dropped in college.
She slumped to the edge of the mattress. Somehow knowing Tony had straightened the bed here and at the cabin softened her heart. Surely it was not something he’d learned as a kid in the chaos that had surrounded him. Must have been the transitional center, where he’d learned the discipline and order that had saved his life.
Hayden smoothed a wrinkle out of the comforter. She could learn to make a bed again, maybe like it even, but first...
She unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied them down her legs to her ankles where she kicked them aside. Then she reached for the thin hem of her top and tugged it up and over her head, creating a pile as she added it to her jeans. After unclasping her bra and slipping out of her panties she stood naked. She caught sight of her amplified image in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. She sucked in a breath. As always whenever Hayden accidentally saw herself in the mirror, her go-to reaction was to shift her gaze away as quickly as possible. But no longer. Sure, there were flaws there, but that was no longer her focus. Tony adored her body. Her thighs didn’t have to be perfect and her stomach didn’t have to be sculpted.
From now on she would dress for herself. Well, when her first paycheck arrived.
She reached for the delicate black thong panties. Not cotton and definitely nothing elastic. Granny would be scandalized. Good.
Hayden caught the reflection of her smile in the mirror. She looked like a carefree woman ready to claim her pleasure.
After stepping into the panties, she tied the wisp of lace in place with delicate silk ties at her hips.
More black lace waited in her bag. For something so frothy and light, it had cost a fortune. This was for her. Worth it.
Hayden allowed the expensive silk nightie to brush along her arms; the sensuality of the lace teased her skin, eliciting tiny tingles.
Black French lace and boning cupped her breasts, then sheer, bold purple fabric stroked the curves of her waist and floated at the top of her thighs. Hayden felt sexy and powerful and desirable and deserving. Everything Keely promised at Bliss. This wasn’t just a bonus; she was about to walk up to the free-throw line and score in the double bonus. And now she was into basketball metaphors instead of poker ones.
Feeling confident, Hayden opened the door to find Tony fiddling with his phone and waiting for her on the couch where they’d made love and slept in each other’s arms the night before.
“Tony,” she whispered.
He looked up, and his eyes widened and his jaw lowered.
First free throw and nothing but net.
“I was right earlier. Dying from sex with you is really the best way to go.”
“You know, at first I imagined drawing you into the bedroom. I’d slowly strip for you, and once I was completely naked I’d drag you onto the bed.” Her fingers glided along the black lace strap holding her baby doll nightie in place. His gaze drifted to follow her movements for a moment, then met her eyes once more.
A smart man will be able to see in a woman’s gaze if he’s pleasing her. Yep, her guy was a genius.
“Next I’d straddle your hips, and then sink down the length of you slowly until you filled me perfectly.”
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bsp; Tony cleared his throat and stood, stalking toward her. “And now you actually have a better idea? Because that one sounds pretty damn amazing.”
“Sit in the chair if you know what’s good for you.”
That perfect ass of his landed on the cushion so quickly a thrill of excitement raced along her spine.
That’s right, Garcia.
She fled the protection of the bedroom door frame and followed him out to the sitting area of the suite. His hands shot out toward her as she neared him, but she shook her head.
“Not...yet.”
A sheen of perspiration broke out across his forehead as she stood before him. Her nipples poked at the delicate fabric, hardening under his gaze and the anticipation of her touch. But not yet.
Hayden trailed her fingers up and down her legs, drawing the sheer purple fabric up, giving him a glimpse of the black satin of her thong panties and the tiny purple bow that rode just above her clit. She allowed the fabric to fall back into place. Hayden couldn’t stop a small smile when he groaned.
“Aren’t you supposed to be filming this?” she asked.
He swallowed and rubbed his chin. Two tells. This little striptease was doing a number on him, and she’d barely even started. “Hayden, you don’t have to,” he reassured her again.
“Camera,” she reminded. “It will keep your hands busy. C’mon film guy, time’s a wasting.”
Heat fired in the dark depths of his eyes. Tony grabbed his smartphone from the coffee table, swiped the screen and punched in the code. He dropped into the chair, leaned toward her, his muscles taut. In anticipation? Oh, yeah, a ton of anticipation.
That’s it—you settle in for a show.
“Now, where was I? Oh, yes, right about here.” She smoothed her palms along her waist the way he liked to touch her. Exactly how he liked to grip and stroke her.
“You’ve been paying attention,” he said in a strained voice.
“Oh, yes.” She cupped her breasts, molding and lifting them until they grew heavy and achy. She teased her sensitive nipples through the lace, tweaking and plucking until her head rolled to the side in pleasure. With a final light pinch, she traced the edge of the lace at the swell of her breast. Goose bumps formed along the weaving path of her fingers.
His hands wrapped around the wooden armrests of the chair, as if it was the only barrier holding him back from reaching for her. His phone lay forgotten on the hardness of his thigh. She gasped as she spotted the hard ridge of his penis behind his jeans.
“You’re not filming this.”
Tony lifted his phone and peered at her through the screen. “I am now.”
Hayden looped her index finger around one slim black bra strap and gave it a gentle tug. It slipped over her shoulder and down her bare arm. Then she performed the same ritual with the opposite strap. Tony breathed in deeply as the other strap fell, then exhaled heavily when only the black lacy cups held her baby doll nightie in place.
“Are you ready for more?” she asked.
Tony’s fingers whitened around the edge of his phone and he nodded.
With one small shimmy of her shoulders, the lace fell and bared her breasts.
“Cariño, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Cool air brushed her breasts and her nipples puckered.
“I want to kiss you. Your mouth... I dream about those lips.” Tony stood and her heart beat in anticipation of his mouth on hers. But then Hayden remembered she was running this show and she wasn’t ready for audience participation quite yet. Except, instead of reaching for her, he reached for the light switch to turn off the overhead light and flipped on the lamp by the desk. “The shadows play along your skin as you move.”
“That a director’s trick?”
He nodded. “Guess I’m into pain since I just made this harder on myself.”
With a sensuous twist of her hips, the black and purple lace slid down her sides to tickle her thighs and pool at her ankles. She circled his chair as she stepped away from her nightie, giving Tony a view of her thong. Hayden worked her hips as she dragged a hand around his shoulders. His muscles bunched beneath her greedy fingertips.
He gifted her with a ragged groan and bit out something in Spanish she didn’t understand. But she didn’t need to understand because craving and desire were etched in every hard angle of his face and in the rigid control of his muscles. His naked want forced a carnal response from deep inside her, and her vagina clenched. She hadn’t planned on this little striptease to be tortuous to her, too.
“Remember at the club when you had me shoved up against the wall?”
He glanced at her from behind his phone. “Uh-huh.”
“You thrust your fingers down my pants and your cock was up against my ass. I wanted you then.”
“I know. You came.” The camera followed her movements as she orbited his chair.
She paused when she stood in front of him, and dropped her hands on either side of the chair, leaning on the armrests. She moved toward him, her lips close to his ear. Would he respond to her breath against his skin as much as she’d responded to him? “I wanted you to take me against the wall from behind. I didn’t care if we were caught. I was mindless. You made me mindless.”
His next breath was a shudder. “You can’t say stuff like that if you want me to keep taping.”
“Oh, babe, wait until you see what I have planned next,” she told him. Then she’d wanted him against the wall. Now she wanted him in this chair. To rub her naked body against his as he sat below her watching. Filming her. Wanting her.
She lowered herself down to his lap, fitting the bulge of his cock between her legs. The sensation was exquisite. Hayden hooked her legs behind the back of the chair then leaned away, giving him a full view of her bared body. She ground into his cock.
Tony continued to film. “You don’t know how much I want you.”
She rocked up against him and he groaned. “I think I have an idea,” she teased. She pushed herself upright again only to lower and raise herself against him, giving him a taste of what she wanted next. He lowered his head to her nipple, drawing the sensitive tip of her into his mouth and sucking. Spikes of sensation shot up her back and she moaned. She ground against him again until he was moaning, too.
“You’re supposed to be filming,” she reminded him once she caught her breath.
“Don’t worry, I am,” he told her against her skin.
Her eyes drifted shut from the pleasure of his mouth toying with her body. But she steeled herself. Not yet. She drew his mouth from her breast, unwrapped her legs from behind the chair and shimmied off his lap. She dropped her hands onto his knees, drawing his legs apart and bracing her weight on him. Hayden lowered her head and she wiggled her backside higher in the air, stopping only when her lips perched just inches away from the bulge of his hard cock.
“Is that what you have planned?”
“Later,” she promised, and his eyes squeezed tight for a moment. Then she pushed away from him, and turned her back to Tony. As she spun in lazy circles before him, Hayden alternated between swinging large and tiny figure eight motions with her hips, rolling her hands along her skin, her fingers playing with the bows on her hips.
“In the club, I thought my legs would give out when you slid your fingers beneath my panties,” she said over her shoulder. His gaze alternated between staring at her ass through the viewfinder and with his own eyes.
“You were so wet. I had to touch you. Have to.” His voice was a pained thing, tight with aching need.
As he watched and filmed, Hayden slid her hand down her stomach and slipped her fingers beneath the black lace of her thong. Eyes half-lidded, she sucked in a breath and arched her back when she grazed the knot of her clit.
Hayden gazed at him through the camera. “I’m touching myself the way you did.”
His eyes closed again, but then after a moment he zoomed in for a tighter shot of her erotic display.
She gav
e herself another rub, her body growing slick. “I’m thinking of you right now. Touching me here. Sliding inside me. Remember at the club when I sucked your finger in my mouth and told you to think of me whenever you used that finger? I’m imagining that finger doing such naughty things to me.” The bulge beneath his jeans grew huge, and she licked her lips in taunting anticipation. She slid a finger inside her and closed her eyes on a moan of satisfaction. “I’m imagining that this is you,” she whispered.
“Hayden.” Tony’s voice grew huskier, deeper.
“When you speak Spanish to me it makes me hotter. Wetter.”
“Quiero un beso.”
“More,” she urged and tugged on the bow holding her thong together on her right side.
“Eres hermosa.” That hint of an accent that flirted with her grew thicker and sexier.
“Mmmmm, nice.” Hayden reached for the bow on her left side only to stop. “Not yet. I have more to do. To you.”
“Hayden, I—”
She interrupted his words when she stood between his legs and turned, dropping into his lap. With a quick stretch, he balanced his phone on the side table, and then his hands moved everywhere on her body in frantic movements. Cupping her breasts. Dragging his palms down her rib cage and stomach. His fingers paused just a moment to tear away the remaining bow holding her thong in place, then found the wetness between her legs.
“Te necesito,” he whispered against the back of her neck, and she shivered. “Lift your hips.”
Ready and desperate for him, she lifted her hips and heard the sound of the zipper of his jeans drawing down. He tongued her ear, drawing the lobe between his teeth. “Torturess. You have me in pain.” The rip of foil followed next, then the hot tip of his cock teased her, thick and throbbing.
Hayden raised her hips, then he was sliding inside her just as she’d imagined when dreaming up this fantasy. His hair-roughened thighs beneath her, she pushed against him. Never had she felt so good. So abandoned. So out of control.
He gripped her breasts to steady her, palming and plucking at her nipples until she wondered if she could come from just this stimulation alone. Tony rained kisses along her shoulder, nipping at the delicate skin of her back with his teeth, intensifying her pleasure. Then his fingers found her clit and she exploded in an exquisite haze. He cupped her intimately between her legs, drawing her tighter to him, and then he shuddered and pumped within her, calling out her name over and over again as he came.
