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The question prompted a knot to jump in my throat, and I took a few moments to gather myself before giving my very simple and honest answer.
“No.”
It was quiet for a bit.
“In that case, I have a follow-up request.”
I swallowed hard. “What?”
Something wicked glimmered in Iain’s eyes as he held his stare for a moment. Then he gave a single upward nod.
“Turn around for me.”
I stared at him for a second then looked over my shoulder. Right behind me was the column that connected the handrails. When I turned back at Iain, I understood that he didn’t want me just to turn around. He wanted me to hold onto that column.
An irresistibly crooked smile touched the corner of his mouth as he watched the realization come over me. I couldn’t even help but return the look despite the butterflies dancing in my stomach.
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked.
“I think you know,” he answered.
And he was right about that. Rather, I had a very strong suspicion. One that struck genuine fear in my heart.
And yet I still obliged.
Turning around, I stepped forward till the tips of my sneakers were touching the bottom of the column. Then I folded my arms around the top, my breath shaking in my throat as I hugged my chest to it, letting the cold of the metal permeate my cotton dress and spread goosebumps all over my skin.
Staring ahead, I felt all my senses perk up. Chills followed each of Iain’s footsteps toward me. One then two before he was behind me, the heat of his chest against my back. My eyes fell shut when his fingers grazed the skirt of my dress, and my knees locked tight, my thighs flexing hard as I felt him pulling it up past my hips.
The butterflies in my stomach multiplied as he lifted my dress up to my waist, fully exposing my behind in the middle of this random corporate stairwell. But through my nervousness, I managed a smile.
“You know I never even wore shirts that showed cleavage till like, a month ago. And now you have me flashing my pussy in public all the time.”
Iain gave a low laugh as he pulled my panties down to my thighs.
“But only for me,” he said as he sank to a kneel behind me.
My eyes went wide and I nodded, trying to confirm with the words yes, only for you. But only the first few sounds came out as Iain smoothed his hands firmly up my thighs till he was rubbing them over my ass, the motion lightly parting my folds.
“Oh God, Iain…”
I blushed from head to toe, having never felt this vulnerable or keenly aware of my pussy. Cold air hit me there, but Iain warmed me back with his breath, alerting me to just how close his mouth was to my most sensitive parts.
And suddenly, I was dying with anticipation, angling my body for him, bending over without him even asking, which drew a little chuckle from him as he dug his thumbs into my bottom and squeezed just enough to expose me further. I heard his low rumble as he took me in.
“Such a fucking perfect pussy,” he muttered. “So fucking wet and pretty for me.”
The praise made me blush from head to toe. Toes curled in my sneakers, I white-knuckled the pillar, certain I couldn’t wait any longer. My breaths were suddenly so short and shallow I could barely talk.
“Aren’t you… going to…?”
“What?” Iain asked.
I swallowed at his crisp tone. Put your tongue inside? Oh God. That sounded awful. “Kiss it?” I breathed out, unsure if that sounded much better.
Iain gave the sexiest laugh as he rubbed his palm over my ass.
“You want me to kiss your pussy, Holland?” he asked tauntingly.
