Charlie turns his face, our mouths dangerously close once again. “You’re loving this a little too much,” he growls, and my nipples tingle.
“Maybe,” I say in a sweet, soft voice, then I walk away, my hips swaying a little.
I’ve never been this bold before—never let myself flirt like this—and the rush of it makes my skin buzz. I feel so…powerful. It’s like I’m stepping into a version of myself I didn’t know existed.
Confident.
Wanted.
Sexy.
The Master Bathroom
Autry
“Myrick?”I step into the bathroom, but it’s empty. The air is still thick with steam. The scent of clean skin and fresh spring air clings to the warmth, and the mirror is fogged up, but the blond beta is nowhere to be seen.
Maybe he’s calling Rhett?
The alpha promised to be home at a decent hour, and I pray he will be. I can’t wait another second to be claimed. While I’m not exactly eager to have his monstrous cock shoved into me, I can’t take the waiting any longer.
I’ll stay up all night if I have to, but Rhett is claiming me tonight.
Eager to wash off the day, I twist the shower knob and watch as hot water bursts from the rainfall head above, steam billowing instantly into the space. I peel off my clothes piece by piece, letting them fall to the tiled floor. The second I step under the water, heat blooms across my shoulders, melting the tension curled at the base of my neck.
Rhett said the new collar would be soft—"easy to wear"—but it felt as stiff and painful as the one I wore back at the Morder.
Once I’m scrubbed, exfoliated, and clean, I step out of the shower, then begin digging through all my new clothes. Myrick dropped a small fortune on me and Charlie today, and the least I can do is surprise him with something sexy. Something that will keep us warm until Rhett gets home.
I find the blow dryer tucked under the sink and plug it in. Warm air lifts and fluffs my hair. Then I moisturize, taking my time to smooth lotion over every curve and dip of skin. When I’m done, I slip into the new lingerie set I picked out for tonight.
The dark teal color glows rich and jewel-like against my skin. The panties are delicate and sheer, with lace edging that kisses the curve of my hips. The matching babydoll top flows down from soft, structured cups, the thin straps trimmed in lace, the bodice sheer and whisper-light. It floats when I move, flaring slightly with each shift of my hips.
Rhett definitely won’t be able to resist me in this.
“Autry?” Myrick calls from the bedroom, his voice soft, but it still jolts me.
I freeze, brush still in my hair, not quite ready for him to see me like this. “I’ll be right there!” I call, trying to sound breezy. My fingers fumble as I wind the blow dryer cord too quickly and shove it back under the sink. My skin is soft and warm, my pulse fluttering with nerves I didn’t really expect.
“Pull it together,” I whisper to myself. “It’s not like you’re a virgin.”
“Rhett’s headed home,” Myrick says from the other side of the door, his voice low and closer now.
“Okay,” I answer, glancing at my reflection one last time. I run a hand through my hair, giving it some volume,then I smooth a curl behind my ear. “Okay,” I whisper. “You can do this.”
Standing tall, I walk across the bathroom, then open the door.
Myrick is busy pulling the covers back while Dolly settles into her little doggy bed in the corner of the room. I take advantage of his distraction, leaning seductively against the doorframe.
“It’s late, so traffic shouldn’t be—” Myrick stops mid-sentence. His eyes land on me, and everything in him goes still.
Slowly, he pushes off the bed, rising to his feet. The sheet slipping from his hands as his gaze rakes over every inch of me. He’s barefoot, dressed in soft black pajama bottoms that hang low on his hips, the fabric loose but clinging enough to hint at the shape of his cock underneath. His fitted white T-shirt stretches across his chest and shoulders, hugging his lean frame like it was tailored for him. The thin cotton clings slightly at the waist, drawing my eyes to the sharp cut of his torso and the subtle line of muscle that disappears into the waistband of his pants.
“Wow,” he breathes, like the word pulls straight from his chest.
“You like it?” I ask, taking a slow step forward. “How do I look?”
Myrick’s mouth opens, almost as if he can’t find the words. “Stunning,” he finally says, his voice gone husky. “When did you get that?”
