“What time are you gonna head over to the club?” he asks.
“I was thinking around nine, if that’s ok?”
“Myssa, you can come whenever you want; hang out with me in the office or go have fun.”
“Will you be watching me on the camera?” I say with mischief in my eyes.
“I will always be watching you,” he says, not missing a beat.
“Oh, really?” I say, letting my hand wander down his chest and continuing lower, cupping him gently.
He quickly flips me on the couch, pinning me down, his face an inch from my own. I squeak from the surprise motion.
The desire in his eyes sends a warmth through my entire body.
“I’m sorry. Did I not make it clear last night? You’re mine, Myssa, so I’ll watch you whenever I want.” His voice is low and filled with possessiveness.
“Say it again,” I say softly.
My body thrums with anticipation again as he repeats it, and I wait for his next move.
“Yes. I like the sound of that.”
“Good, now let me remind you,” he whispers as he starts to leave kisses along my neck.
“Please do…” I breathe.
Walking out of the bathroom a while later, Zayne is dressed in just a towel hanging low on his hips, his hair still tousled from his shower. He pulls out a pair of boxers from the dresser and goes to the closet to get ready for tonight.
Still laying in bed recovering from the reminder he’d just given me—twice—I pout playfully.
“Hey, I’m missing the show.” I frown, and he walks back out with his black dress pants already on and his white button-up dress shirt still open.
He leans across the bed to give me a kiss, and I quickly pull him on top of me again.
He starts to laugh.
“Myssa,” he growls.
I sigh. “I know, I know.”
He gives me one last soft kiss and gets back up, buttoning up his shirt.
As I watch him, I can’t help but think about all the things I want to do to him later. I bite my lip to force down the heat building in my core. I get on all fours and crawl on the bed towards him. Kneeling at the edge, I watch him intently.
He watches me and quickly adjusts himself.
I quirk one eyebrow, looking at the large outline pressed against his pants.
“I’m not sorry,” I say, knowing what I’m doing to him.
“Oh, I know you aren’t,” he says, grinning as he grabs his wallet off the dresser.
“I’ll see you in an hour, then?” he asks.
“Yep, gonna take a shower, naked, and alone. Then I’ll get ready.” I fall back, stretching across the bed.
“Mmmmm, nice try. I’ll see you soon.” He walks around the bed and bends over, kissing me sweetly on the forehead, then he heads out of the room.
