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“No.” He took a deep breath. “I want to see how how wild you can get.”
That sounded like an invitation to me. And I wasn’t about to decline.
I rose and shrugged off my cardigan. I started to untie my dress until I realized Christian wasn’t the only one riveted on my little striptease. Boomer’s tongue lolled out of his mouth as he made heart eyes at me.
“Um, can you let him outside maybe? Do you have a backyard?”
“I do, but why?” He frowned. “Did he hurt you?”
“No, he’s a sweetheart, but he seems like a Peeping Boomer.”
“Yeah, he likes to watch. Usually it’s more along the lines of when I work out.”
“I’d like to watch that too. What time’s the show?”
He shook his head and looped a couple fingers in Boomer’s sturdy green collar. “Come on, boy. Time for you to chase some leaves in the yard.”
Boomer made a sound of remorse and sent me a despairing look over his shoulder as he trotted beside his father down the hall in the direction of the kitchen and the back door.
“I know, I know. I wouldn’t want to leave her either.”
I looked down at my feet, fighting a smile. He was so oddly sweet. I bent to take off my shoe and winced as pain streaked up my heel. What the hell? I sat on the edge of the sofa and pried off my shoe, revealing a hole in my tights and a bloody wound. Lovely.
Did my sexiness know no bounds?
“Hey, what’s—what happened?” Christian immediately crouched at my side and lifted my ankle, turning it to the side and requesting for Siri to turn up the lights fifty percent.
Mood lighting no more, thanks to my hazard-prone ways.
“Blister,” he said grimly, lifting my leg just a bit higher to examine it. Proving the guy’s character, the angle made my dress climb precipitously high on my thighs, pulling the buttons apart to the point of straining. He probably could see my tiny panties if he was focused on anything but playing nurse, which he absolutely was not. “We’ll get these off of you and I’ll put on some antibacterial cream and a bandage. Does it hurt badly?” He looked up at me, his steel blue eyes so earnest I wanted to swoon. This guy was unreal. “Do you want a painkiller?”
I want you.
Luckily, I did not say it. I also didn’t heave myself at him and flatten him to the carpet as if I was an octopus seeking a warm object to attach myself to, barnacle-style.
“I’m good.”
“You’re sure? I can...” His voice trailed off as his gaze—accidentally, I was sure—skimmed up my legs to the triangle between them. He swallowed hard, then harder still, his knuckles going white where his fingers clamped around my ankle. “You should burn those shoes,” he added harshly.
“They weren’t meant for walking off sexual frustration.”
“No, just to cause it.” He kicked aside my shoe derisively before bending down to ease off my other shoe. He delicately rubbed the arch of my foot while I fought off a shiver. Then he began undoing the buttons of my dress in a businesslike fashion from the bottom to the top. One by one, he moved ever closer to my panties as I gripped the edge of the sofa cushions and watched his big hands move over my lap.
“Let’s get these off.” His tone was brisk as he rolled my thigh-high tights down my legs.
“This wasn’t the way I imagined this going.”
“Yeah, well, me either.” He set aside my tights in a careful pile—why, I wasn’t sure because they were now ruined—and stood. “I’ll get that antibacterial cream and a bandage.”
“And condoms?”
From his full height, the way he loomed over me nearly made me shake. “One isn’t enough, hmm?”
“You tell me.”
“Depends on your stamina.”
“No, sir, it depends on yours. I’m a multiples girl myself.”
