Page 21 of His Little Stowaway

“Bend over and pick ‘em up, Brynn. Show me that sweet ass of yours,” he growls softly, and without even looking I know he’ll be hard again.

Wanting me to see it through his pants as he watches me.

Again, if it was anyone else I’d tell them where to go. Where to get off.

But everything like this, when it’s with Pearce? It just feels different.

It feels exciting. It feels safe.

The last thing I would have expected to be doing today was some kind of striptease for a man like Pearce, but he’s so into it I can’t help but play along.

I’m hamming it up a little and I might add, getting a little more than wet myself as I slip out of my robe, bending over just how he wants to pick up my old clothes before I bring them back over to him.

“I thought you wanted to get outta here,” I murmur, teasing him a little because I’m in no real hurry as long as it’s only me and Pearce.

“We’ll go,” he replies, wetting his lips as his eyes move over me, “right after I watch you get dressed.”

I notice his unmissable hardness, pointing it out with my eyes.

“And what about that, you gonna walk around town like that all day?” I ask, giggling a little.

He doesn’t answer me straight away.

Instead, Pearce gives me a look that wipes the smile from my face.

He and I both know there’s only one thing that can fix his not so little problem. And he’s not shy about letting it be known either. Not to me anyway.

“I just like watching you, Brynn,” he says finally. I’m a little unsure of what I’m doing. Whether I can dress as seductively as I just tried to bend over for him.

“I can just watch you get dressed, can’t I?” he asks innocently. Looking like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.

“Sure, I guess,” I tell him, deciding to just get dressed like I always do, but maybe a little slower for his benefit.

I slip on my T-shirt first, which is a little tight at the front.

Pearce’s growl of approval fills the space when I’d point that out.

Next, I slide into my new jeans, which are always a little tight the first time around, and I have a little trouble with the button up front.

“Here,” he says. “Let me.”

He gets up from his desk and I shudder to watch his manhood shift under his pants as he eases over to me, slipping in right behind me and hugging me from behind as he does up my buttons like he’s dressing a doll.

“There,” he says softly, easing my body back against his, letting me feel his thickness up to my back as he flexes it with a little growl.

“I’ll have those off again before you know it,” he cautions me, inviting me to bend over and pick up the new socks next to the sneakers that look like they’ve just come out of a box and have been freshly laced.

Pearce turns me around and lifts me up, settling me on the edge of his desk.

I can feel his warmth on the desk still, making me feel like I need a permanent sponge between my legs whenever he’s around.

“Let me,” he croons, getting down on one knee and like the buttons, in no time he’s slipped on my new socks and sneakers, tying them just right as he instructs me to wiggle my toes.

“New things always feel a bit weird at first,” I remark.

“You don’t,” he tells me, looking up into my eyes and taking my hand in his, he presses it to his lips.

“You don’t feel weird, and you’re new,” he says absently.

“I mean… We’re new. Together,” he adds, looking a little embarrassed for a moment. If that’s an emotion he’s even capable of.

I’m not sure what to say. Everything so far today has happened so quickly I’m almost afraid of what Pearce will think of next.

But he stands up and helps me down from his desk, only asking how the shoes feel, suggesting I walk around his office for a bit to see.

But I can feel his eyes on me the whole time, enjoying watching me.

Shoes or no shoes.

I know he’d prefer to be watching me with nothing on, only walking over to his bed so he can have his way with me.

It’s gonna take some getting used to, but I know Pearce is right.

I’d better just get used to it.

The clothes, his look. The way he wants to put me ahead of everything else.

What’s not to like about all that?

I’ve just never known anything like this is all. And it still feels like the trap door will be sprung at any second, bringing it all to an end.

But with each minute that passes in his company, today and my life so far just keeps looking better and better.

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