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“I know.” She bit her lower lip again. “I keep thinking it will get better. That he just needs to settle in and realize I’m good at my job.”
“How long have you worked for him?” Daniel asked.
He saw her shoulders relax a little. “About six months.” Then, she went on, filling in more blanks for him. “My old boss retired. Baily was great to work for. I loved my job. Now...”
“Now?”
“Now, I dread going to work every morning.” Worry creased her face when she realized how that sounded. “But I can’t lose my job.”
“Yes, you mentioned that.”
Neither of them said anything right away. He was contemplating his options. Although he’d agreed to be her Dom, that didn’t mean he could run her life. But it also didn’t mean he could sit by and do nothing.
“What are you going to do?” she asked.
Daniel reached for her hand and led her toward his bedroom. “I haven’t decided yet.”
He needed to think about what would be best for her. The only thing he did know was she wouldn’t be working for...
Walking into the bedroom, he flipped on the lights. “What’s your boss’s name?”
“Grant Jacobson.”
Grant Jacobson. Why had he heard that name before? It wasn’t as if he had a lot of contact with the hospital or its administration.
He dropped her arm, leaving her standing in the middle of the room, and walked over to the closet to hang up his jacket and finish removing his bowtie. Ali stood, watching him as he removed his cuff links and dropped them into a dish on his dresser. Her gaze followed his every movement as he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders and down his arms.
The heat in her eyes grew as he continued to undress. He wasn’t making a show out of it, simply removing his evening attire, but seeing him stripping out of his garments seemed to be turning her on. That wasn’t something he was going to complain about.
Naked from the waist up, he crossed to her, her gaze tracking his every move. She’d been teasing him in her dress all night. He couldn’t wait to get her out of it.
“This is a very pretty dress,” he said, tracing the outline of fabric from her shoulders down to the dip between her breasts. There was only a hint of cleavage, but he knew what lay beneath. He’d played with dozens of women over the years in various stages of undress, but it was Ali who had his heart pumping as she stood before him completely clothed. The anticipation was killing him, but so sweet at the same time. “Turn around.”
She presented him with her back and lifted her hair. He kissed her neck, causing her flesh to break out in goose bumps.
The back of the dress wasn’t quite as daring as the front. It wrapped around the lower half of her torso, cradling her and showing off her waist. He ran his finger down the center of her back while he placed more kisses at her nape.
Finding the zipper, he began lowering it, revealing what she was wearing underneath. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but the lace and sheer fabric he encountered wasn’t it. Maybe it was wishful thinking on his part. Ali tended to dress somewhat conservatively at the club, at least compared to the other subs. But most of the time she was working, so that made sense.
He remembered her saying she wasn’t comfortable walking around naked at the club when they were discussing their lists. The few times he’d negotiated play for her with other Doms, her club attire had covered all the important bits. It was only once she entered one of the playrooms that she’d removed the necessary clothing. And since the Dom she played with wasn’t her own, his control over her clothing was limited to the scene.
Daniel tried not to think about her playing with anyone else. It had been difficult enough at the time, but he’d endured it because she’d wanted to play. The last time it had happened, nearly six months ago, it had taken him three days to get rid of the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.
But she was here now. His. As long as she wanted him, he would take care of her needs. He would be the only one she played with. And when that changed—when she realized he couldn’t give her everything she wanted—he’d let her go.
The dress dropped to the floor in a whoosh of fabric, leaving her standing in a red bra, garter belt, and panties. His cock strained against his pants, begging to be free, but he took the time to appreciate the sight before him. Red might be his new favorite color.
The garter belt hugged her hips, framing them perfectly. He rested his hands over the lacy material, toying with the strings on the sides of her panties. From over her shoulder, he could see her breasts, barely contained in the matching bra. This woman was going to kill him.
His original plan had been to strip her, but now he was reconsidering. He really liked the way she looked in her lingerie. He slid his right hand lower, lingering on her ass before finding the heat between her legs.
CHAPTER13
Ali spreadher legs wider as Daniel rubbed her already sensitive folds through the sheer material of her panties. His fingers glided over the wet fabric as he caressed her. She’d hoped he would like her underwear selection, but she hadn’t been at all sure. Both times they’d been together, he’d stripped her naked, not paying much attention to what she had beneath her clothes.
Tonight, she’d chosen one of her sexier bra and panty sets. Red was her second favorite color. She looked good in it. And by his reaction, Daniel thought so as well.
His finger found her clit and circled, adding the right amount of pressure. She sucked in a breath and moaned as she embraced her body’s response to his touch. As the muscles began to tighten in her belly, he removed his hand, and it took everything in her not to plead for him to keep going.
