When she looked back at Levi, he was watching her watch his dog, lips quirked. “He won’t bother us.”
“I suppose he’s used to guests in his bedroom.”
“Bitchy,” he murmured. “That’s gonna get you spanked again.”
She bit her lip even as her pussy squeezed. It had been a bitchy comment, stemming from a twinge of jealousy. And, it pained her to admit it, there might have been a bit of brattiness in the comment too, that shameful secret desire to be spanked motivating her.
“Come on, beautiful girl. Show me that pretty body. Take your clothes off.”
She hesitated. Then she gave him her back. “I might need some help with the zipper,” she said over her shoulder.
He moved up behind her, the warmth of his body like a caress. He tugged down the zipper, parted the dress, and then his lips touched the nape of her neck. Her eyes closed and a shiver slid down her spine.
His big hands pushed the sleeves of the dress down her arms and the loosened garment fell to the floor. And Levi was kissing his way down her back, soft, open-mouthed kisses along her spine. He went to his knees behind her, hands on her hips. Then he kissed her butt cheeks, first one, then the other.
“Love your underwear,” he said gruffly. “These thongs leave you nice and bare.” His hand fondled the under curve of one cheek.
She sucked on her bottom lip to keep the moan that rose up her throat from escaping.
“Put your hands on the dresser.”
She glanced wide-eyed at him over her shoulder. He jerked his chin toward the dark wood dresser against the wall. She took two steps forward, was going to take more, but he caught her hips, stopped her, so that she had to bend over to reach the dresser. Meaning her ass was pushed back and on display for him. Heat curled low in her belly.
He gave her a little spank on one cheek, then the other, warming her skin. “That’s for the bitchy comment,” he said softly. “It doesn’t matter who’s been in this room before. You’re here now. Right?”
She moaned her agreement.
He stepped back. “Stand up and turn around,” he said, the command in his voice undeniable despite the low tone.
She turned to face him, wearing her bra and panties and heels.
The hot look he gave her damn near singed her hair. “Oh yeah,” he said, raking his scorching gaze up and down her body. “That’s how I like to see you. In the office you’re all businesslike and covered up. Now I know what’s under those tidy dresses and skirts—sexy lace. And an exquisite body.”
Liquid heat built low inside her, the ache intensifying into a needy throb.
“And those fuck-me shoes,” he growled. “I want those shoes on my shoulders when you come.”
She swallowed past that bowling ball still lodged in her throat. Heat shimmered over her skin.
“Get on the bed.”
She floated over to the bed. Having him tell her exactly what to do took such a huge load off her. She felt lighter. Responding to his commands felt…easy. Right.
Again she questioned her sanity at doing this. Only once before had she ever slept with someone from work. She’d had a brief affair with an art director a few years ago. He’d gotten really serious, really fast, and she’d panicked and ended things. It had been awkward at the office, until he left Huxworth Packard and took a job at another agency. She hated to think that he’d changed jobs because of her, and she’d learned her lesson after that—no office affairs.
But Levi was as much a commitmentphobe as she was, apparently. So maybe a little harmless sex wasn’t that dangerous.
Who was she kidding? It was as harmless as a bomb with a lit fuse.
But her body wasn’t paying attention to the warnings her voice of reason was trying to give it.
She crawled onto the bed, on her hands and knees, giving him a show. She heard his faint groan. In the middle of the bed, she sat, turning to face him, knees bent to one side. He was rubbing his erection through his shorts.
“Yeah, I’m hard as a spike,” he said, his jaw tight. “Tease me with that hot little ass.”
She smiled and dropped her gaze to his groin. “Show me how hard you are.”
Heat flared in his eyes, then he narrowed them at her. “Baby.” He advanced on the bed. “My bedroom. I’m in charge here. You don’t give the orders, you