“No.” Gia sounded breathy and aroused, just the way he liked her.
“Good.” He waited until she pushed the skirt down her hips and stepped out, holding it in front of her like a shield. “Hand it to me.”
She swallowed nervously and paused, then finally held the skirt out to him. Perhaps he’d ease up and take pity on her if her ni**les weren’t peaking through her thin bra and she didn’t already look wet.
Damn it, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. It might sound trite, but every time he explored Gia’s body, he found something new to appreciate, another way to savor her.
For now, he merely pushed her comfort zone by hanging the skirt over the top of the door behind him, far out of her reach. “Now your bra.”
Her fingers curled up as she formed fists. She pressed her lips together. Jason could see the pulse beating furiously at her neck. His wife was going to give into him, and the thought drove him mad with anticipation. Fire seared his veins, engorged his cock. He fought the urge to grab her and tear the undergarment away, then shove her down on his stiff length until she took every inch. Instead, he snapped his fingers, letting her know that his thin patience had given way to expectation.
She let out a shuddering breath. “Jason…”
“Your safe word is still divorce. It’s your only out. Unless you want to use it, give me your bra now. If you make me wait any longer, I’ll spank you here and now. I won’t care at all who hears.”
Her eyes went round. Gia believed him. Good, because every word was the truth.
He held out his hand again. “You’ve got three seconds.”
“You’re pushing me.”
And she was stalling.
“It’s what a Dom does.” He wriggled his fingers.
With a little wince, she reached behind her and pulled off her bra, then handed it to him. Jason barely looked. He was far too focused on her br**sts, their natural weight plump and pretty as they rested gently on her chest. Her ni**les stood straight and so beautifully engorged. He’d started this to remind her how satisfied she felt when she put her submission into his hands. But no way could he ignore how stunning she looked.
Without once taking his gaze from her, he slung her bra on top of her skirt. “Come closer. Cradle your br**sts in your hands and present me your ni**les.”
At his words, she whimpered, but she did as he’d commanded, settling her palms underneath the weight of her orbs and lifting them up just enough to thrust their hard tips higher.
Jason watched her image reflected in the trifold mirror. They showed him her body from every angle, and he decided then to install one near his bathtub just so he could watch her emerge from the warm water, skin steaming and dripping, for his viewing pleasure.
Easing into the simple black and chrome chair behind him, he stared at Gia as she edged nearer. Hungry, ready, he itched to fasten his hands on her hips and drag her close enough to taste. Instead, he waited. She had to dredge up her courage and dig a little deeper into her submission with every step forward she took.
Finally, their knees bumped, and he cast his gaze from her ni**les to her face. Nervously, she licked her lips. Smiling, he scanned the rest of her. Gia’s flat belly twitched. She looked far wetter than the last time he’d peeked.
Excellent.
“Spread your legs.”
She stepped out a few inches with her right foot, still supporting her br**sts in her hands. God, what a gorgeous sight. Aroused, offering herself, so lush and wanton…
“Wider. Straddle my legs,” he said, slouching in the chair and enjoying the view.
Gia frowned, her dark brows forming a frown. She glanced down toward his lap and stepped forward, the inside of her knee brushing his thigh. Awkwardly, she stumbled closer, spreading her legs wider until she straddled his own.
Every delectable part of her was on display for him. She might look hesitant, but he knew her desire and the need to submit had overcome her caution. Breathless, she stood, waiting, looking down at him with need glowing in her eyes.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he demanded softly.
“That you make me ache and want you when I shouldn’t.”
He petted her thigh, curled his fingers around to the back of her leg, and prowled up until he cupped her ass. “Why shouldn’t you desire your husband? We won’t get caught.”
“You don’t love me.”
Jason pulled her into his lap, her thighs gripping his hips before he grabbed her chin. “I will place your needs above my own and take care of you until the end of time. I will never let you hunger or suffer or worry. I will bear your burdens, father your children, and hold your hand. No man will ever give you more.”