Like she got off on it as much as I did.
I lifted the satiny blindfold, and it reminded her of what she’d been trying to say. “I, uh, want to be able to see.”
“No.” I didn’t give her more than that, and she shockingly didn’t push. I covered her eyes before stepping back.
Teasing her with that space.
Admiring her.
I was tempted to stay there longer to watch her nervously fidget, but if I really only got one night, I was fulfilling a fantasy while I could.
“I’ll be right back,” I said, and her hand flew up like she was going to tear the mask off.
She caught herself but asked, “Where are you going?”
I didn’t answer.
I left the room, letting the door slam behind me. With the voyeur window right there, I watched as she jumped at the noise. Her fingers tangled with each other, but she otherwise stayed in place.
Hesitating, I belatedly realized the flaw with my plan. I didn’t want to leave Greer visible to grab what I needed.
Lucky for me, Atlas chose that moment to do a lap through the hall. His brows lowered when he saw me standing outside the room—that side had never done it for me—and I lifted my finger to my lips so he would be quiet.
Not that it was ever a problem for the stoic bastard.
“What’s up?” he muttered when he got close enough.
“I need candles and a lighter.”
He didn’t ask why I didn’t get them myself. He just backtracked down the hall, returning a minute later with what I asked for.
His gaze briefly landed on the window. The southern tinge to his voice was lost in the gruffness. “You and Easton… lucky pricks.”
For the night, at least.
I lifted my chin. “Do me a favor. Have security keep people away from here.”
He tilted his head in confusion, but I didn’t explain why I didn’t want voyeurs at the voyeur window.
I had better things to do.
Pushing back into the room, I again let the door slam. Greer looked two seconds away from coming out of her skin, and fuck if that didn’t make me harder. It reached painful levels when she tentatively called, “Tripp—I mean, Sir?”
“Yeah, siren, it’s me.” I set the candles down before returning to stand in front of her.
She licked her lips. “Is it, uh,justyou?”
A hit of jealousy knocked me back. “Are you hoping otherwise?”
Her headshake was immediate and fervent. “No. Definitely not.”
That soothed my wounded ego. “Good. Because if you think I’d let someone else touch you, you’re out of your damn mind.”
Her lips quirked. “But they can watch?”
I made a noncommittal murmur since they sure as fuck couldn’t do that, either.
Her words made it abundantly clear that I was fucking shit up, though. I’d never been in a room with someone who didn’t have experience, but that was no excuse. I was rushing shit because I didn’t want her to change her mind. It was irresponsible and selfish.
