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He shook his head. “Run me a shower.”
That caught her off guard. Good.
“O-okay.”
Before he could correct her, she’d run to the bathroom, flung the door to the big glass enclosure open, and turned on the faucets, running her fingers under the water until it heated. “It’s ready.”
“But I’m not.” He crooked a finger at her, not saying another word until she stopped in front of him. “Sir. You forgot. Again.”
“I did.” She bit her lip, clearly not at all contrite. “I’m so sorry, Sir.”
“I’m also fully dressed. Fix that—and be mindful.”
She slipped the suit coat off one shoulder, then slid it down the other. When the garment fell free from his body, she retrieved a hanger and eased the jacket onto it, even buttoning it closed. “Would you like your pants on another hanger, Sir?”
Seth gave her credit for asking…not that he would tell her. “That should be obvious.”
She reached for another hanger—the wrong one—and set it on a nearby hook. Then she dropped to her knees and focused on his fly.
He barely restrained himself from laying her flat on her back and shoving his way inside her. As it was, her fingers working his button open and sending his zipper down in a seductive hiss had him gritting his teeth.
“My shoes?” he managed to question without letting on how desperate he was to feel her touch. “Shouldn’t you remove them first?”
“Of course. Right.” She reached for the laces on his wingtips with shaking fingers. “You fluster me, Sir.”
That pleased him. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
Efficiently, Heavenly removed his shoes and socks, tossing the latter in the hamper and setting the former to one side. He wouldn’t bust her ass about neglecting to fill his loafers with their shoe trees—yet. Right now, he was too eager for what came next.
“You’re still moving too slowly.” He stepped out of his pants impatiently, folded them over the appropriate hanger with far less precision than usual, then nearly tore off his shirt. By the time he dropped his boxers, he hardly cared where they landed.
He had to get to Heavenly.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll try harder—” She shrieked as he picked her up and suddenly strode across the closet, back into the bathroom, pausing only long enough to grab a condom from his drawer and tear off her shoes. “What are you doing?”
He backed her into the shower, skimpy uniform and all, watching with utmost delight as the water soaked the sheer, flesh-colored fabric. It clung to her every curve. Her rosy nipples tempted him. The ruffles plastered against her skin somehow emphasized her naked pussy.
“Reminding you who you serve. I’m boss. Stop talking. Turn around.”
“Seth…”
He took her face in his hands and studied her. “Do you need your safe word?”
“No, Sir.” Her answer was swift and emphatic.
Her dilated eyes and rapid breathing told him she was as stirred up and desperate as he felt.
He didn’t have to tell her again to turn around. Suddenly, her wet ass was in his hands, filling his palms with her firm, pale flesh.
Jesus, he was two seconds away from losing all self-control if he didn’t get inside her. For the first time, he really resented the fucking condom in his hand.
With a curse, Seth ripped into the wet ribbon at the small of her back. When her “uniform” fell away, leaving her back bare, he jerked the lace straps up to her wrists, looped the wet fabric around them tightly, then tied the apron strings to the showerhead, rendering her arms immobile.
“Sir?”
After giving the condom wrapper an impatient tug, he rolled the prophylactic down his aching length, then leaned his chest over her back and growled in her ear. “Who do you answer to?”
“You, Sir.”
