“Sutton, you can’t wear that because I can see your nipples.”
“Women have nipples.”
“I can see your areola, and ifIcan see them, so can other people. And I’d prefer not to be at dinner with a bunch of people staring at your tits. So for the love of God—and my sanity—will you please wear something else?”
I blinked. “I’ll wear something else.”
He grunted.
“For the record, I had no idea you could see my nipples.”
“So you didn’t do it on purpose to get a rise out of me.”
“Rise, or…rise?”
He dropped the towel. Sure enough, he had a massive erection.
“Are you always hard?” I asked in surprise. “Like do you just walk around with a boner?”
“You.”
“Me what?”
“My boner is all because of you. Your mouth gets me hard. Your nipples get me hard. Jesus, you smile and I get hard.”
My smile turned into a full-face grin. “God, you’re getting really good at compliments.” I dragged my finger down across my tank, over my nipple.
“Don’t,” he muttered. “You start doing that, then we’re going to be late.”
“Fine,” I said. I reached for the hem of my tank and pulled it over my head.
“Sutton,” Viper warned.
“What?” I demanded.
“You’re doing it on purpose.”
“Doing what on purpose?” I walked to the dresser and placed my hands on the top of it and spread my legs. I looked at him over my shoulder and grinned.
“Evil.”
“Can’t resist me, can you?”
Viper’s expression shifted as he grasped his shaft and gave it a pump. “No. I don’t think I can.”
“Well? What are you waiting for?” I shook my butt at him.
He released himself. “Nah. I think I’ll make you wait.”
“Makemewait?” I frowned. “Making me wait means making yourself wait.”
“Yep. Delayed gratification.”
“I thought we had a deal,” I said. “Any time I want it or you want it, we do it. That’s the opposite of delayed gratification. That’sinstantgratification. I’m a fan of instant gratification.”
“Too bad. I’m going to make you suffer for the next few hours.”
“That sounds like a challenge.”