and then make quick work of undoing the bustier of my uniform. “Hey, Ryker?” I ask innocently.
“Hmm?” He walks to the doorway, his impressive cock pressed against his boxer-briefs, which only serves to make that deep-seated ache I have for him burn that much brighter.
His eyes meet mine momentarily before scraping down to my bare chest and over to the bustier that I let drop unceremoniously onto the floor without looking. I make a show of giving his body the same once-over he’s just given mine—him in his underwear and me in my skirt, stockings, and nothing else.
“Impressive.” I lift my brows.
“That’s the least of things I could use to impress you,” he says, followed by a groan as I reach my hands to the back of my skirt so that the distinct sound of the zipper fills the room.
“I could take care of that for you, you know,” I say, pointing in the general vicinity of his pelvis.
“Pajamas. You need pajamas right now.” He’s flustered, and it’s adorable.
“Oopsie.” I let my skirt fall to the ground around my ankles, so now all he’s greeted with are nylons and lacy boy panties beneath. “I didn’t bring any.”
He struggles—the clench of his jaw, the flexing of his fists, the twitch of his cock. “I’ve got the perfect thing for you,” he says and disappears into his closet, leaving the sexual tension in the room so thick I can almost feel it. He reappears in seconds and throws something at me from the other side of the room.
“What?” I laugh as I catch it. Then groan when I open it up. “No way. Uh-uh. I am not wearing this.” The T-shirt has RED SOX emblazoned across the front of it, and I can’t help but laugh thinking of our non-Wicked-Ways-sanctioned date. The Yankees game. His rooting for the Sox while I jeered at him for going against my Yankees. Taking the subway across town to his place. Sleeping together for the first time.
He flashes me a megawatt grin. “I think it’ll look nice on you.”
“Over my dead body.”
He levels me with a look. “While I more than enjoy that body of yours, you need to cover your tits up if I’m going to be anywhere in your vicinity.”
I look down as I cup both of my breasts, shirt falling to the floor, and run my thumb and forefinger over my nipples. “They are nice breasts, though, aren’t they?”
His eyes darken with desire. “Put it on, Vaughn.”
“I will not. I refuse to sleep with the enemy.” I pout, then close my eyes and let my head fall back in mock rapture as I gently pinch my nipples once again.
“You already have.” His voice is strained.
“I thought this was our first date, though,” I say coyly as I fight my smile.
“I’m warning you.”
“Does this bug you?” This time I let an exaggerated moan fall from my lips.
“Vaughn.”
And before I even have time to squeal, Ryker has snatched the shirt up off the floor and tackles me on the bed in one continuous swoop.
I squeal in shock and then protest when his fingers find my rib cage so they can dance with tickles up and down their line.
“I’m not putting it on!” I say through the laughter.
“Yes, you are.”
He straddles me so that he sits on my pelvis, his knees squeezing me in place as he tries to shove the shirt over my head. The motion has the thick hardness of his cock pressing against the underside of my breasts.
He pauses for the briefest of moments as its tip slips just between my cleavage when he tries once again to pull the shirt over my head. This time I push my arms together so my breasts squeeze against him.
“Stop,” he part groans, part laughs, with eyes that totally beg me not to listen.
“Or what?” I’m winded and can’t stop laughing.
“You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”
I still and lift an eyebrow and wink. “It’s much better when it’s hard.” I squeeze my arms together again.
“Vaughn.” This time my name sounds like a swear word.
“Oopsie.”
After a playful struggle where more tickling is involved, he manages to grab my arms and pin them to either side of my head.
“How are you going to get the shirt over my head now? Huh?” I ask.
He realizes his mistake and that his hands are full, so he tries another tactic. “I have Red Sox sweatpants and a sweatshirt somewhere I can force you into if need be. Hell,