Page 38 of Miami Bound


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He was anxious for Miami to experience a scene in a club setting. It would be the easiest way for her to fully understand how Doms only had power if the submissive granted it to them.

“Let’s see how you look in that white dress.”

Essex wanted to laugh at the look on Miami’s face. She looked mortified by the remark, and Essex knew his friend was messing with her. Giles had never met a piece of women’s lingerie he didn’t love.

“It’s a chemise.”

“You don’t say? Well, by all means, I want to see the chemise slide over your bare mound. It’ll add to the mystery when I reach under to fuck you with my fingers.”

Her cheeks turned such a brilliant shade of red Essex couldn’t resist brushing the backs of his fingers over one to see if it was hot to the touch.

“Trust us, baby. We’re going to show you more pleasure than you ever imagined possible.” Essex hoped Giles was on board with skipping the rest of the fashion show. Their time would be better-spent bonding. Turning his attention to Giles, he nodded in her direction. Essex didn’t have to say anything. He could tell by his friend’s expression they were on the same page. Unspoken communication was one of the perks of having been teammates for so many years—they could practically read each other’s minds.

Watching the white silk slide down her tanned body made his heart skip a beat. Essex couldn’t remember the last time he enjoyed watching a woman put clothingon. He was usually focused on getting them naked as quickly as possible.

Once again, Miami surprised them by sauntering close, so her knees were practically touching Giles’s. The sexy sway of her hips and bounce of her breasts beneath the clingy fabric were almost distracting enough to hide the fact she was trying to take control.

Not gonna happen, baby.

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