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I toss him a little smile. “Maybe we can make the waiting game fun, Ty. We’ll get to know each other better. Wanting each other and not being able to act on it might make it hotter when we finally get to touch each other again.”
His response? A deep, rumbling purr, all while staring at me as though he wants to eat me—in a good way.
“Wow! I didn’t know you had that in your seduction bag of tricks. It’s powerful.”
Yeah, potent. It went straight to the heart of me, then traveled lower.
Chapter Twenty-One
Olivia
“Turn around.” I put all my bossiness into my tone. If we don’t get down to business, I’m going to jump his bones and ruin everything.
With him facing the back corner and me standing behind him, we have a modicum of privacy.
“Can you remove your shirt?” I ask with as much emotion as if I’m asking about the weather, perhaps to obscure the fact that this isn’t standard operating procedure.
I’ve measured hundreds of people for clothes, starting in design school and continuing on throughFashion Frenemies. Never have I asked anyone to remove their clothes. That’s not how it’s done.
I have to give myself a pass, though. None of my previous customers were covered in soft, pelted fur with such beautiful markings.
Reaching around him, I measure his neck, enjoying the velvet feel of his fur against my fingers as I arrange the tape. I allow my palms the quickest slide along his shoulders and down his arm as I turn to make a notation on my pad.
I take a few seconds too long to find the middle of his nape, then measure along the same path my fingers just traveled across his broad shoulders. The next measurement is a trip down his furred arm to his wrist.
My breath catches as I become aware of how muscular he is. His pelt couldn’t hide all those delicious muscles. They were obvious, though it’s only now, with my fingers sliding under his fur, that I experience the depth and breadth of how magnificent his body is.
After asking him to lift his arms to his sides, I circle his upper chest, tucking the tape under his armpits. As I note that measurement, I also noticed my body is humming with pleasure, desire arcing from lips to nipples to my core.
Some of the people I worked with onFashion Frenemieswere male models. I thought they were examples of the perfect human form, but that was before anyone knew of the existence of splicers. Ty’s body is beyond perfection.
I step even closer, throwing caution to the wind as I drag my hardened nipples along his shirtless back. His soft gasp tells me my naughty behavior didn’t go unnoticed.
“Is… is this part of the waiting game, Olivia? I would call this anything butfun.”
“We’re supposed to be getting to know each other, Ty. It’s only fair you get a glimpse of howwickedI can be,” I tease.
He shakes his head and chuffs, the noise unlike anything a human can produce.
“Is this standard procedure, Olivia? Will you do this with all the males in the troupe?”
His voice is raw with emotion. Jealousy? Pleasure roars through my body at that thought.
I take the opportunity to move his silken tail out of the way. His reaction is to release a startled gasp.
“I’ll be measuring the others, but not like this. I felt I needed to use a morehands-onapproach with you.” To punctuate my remark, I surreptitiously caress my palm down his hip, which causes him to groan and flick his tail.
I spend entirely too much time ensuring the tape measure is tight against his trim waist and isn’t resting over the fabric of his pants. All the while, my breasts are smashed against his back and I’m sliding my fingers back and forth between his pant-waist and his fur.
“This is torture,” he says through gritted teeth, making a show of rearranging his visibly hard cock within the confines of his pants.
There’s something about having thatbigof an effect on him that makes me feel smugly satisfied.
“Want me to stop?” I offer innocently.
“Never.” His voice is a combination of grit and lust.
Just wait, tiger-man. There’s going to be a big finish.
