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I liked good boys—especially good boys who were actually just-shy-of-thirty-six-year-old men who were tall and hot and kissed you like they did in the movies.
I stumbled out of my jeans and T-shirt. My cock looked obscene trapped in the black lace panties, and I mentally told it to settle down and that we had a little time before the big event. How much time, I wasn’t sure, since it was heading on to one a.m., and we’d almost combusted in the elevator.
Anyway.I took the opportunity to give my bits a bit of a wash, in preparation for…whatever was going to happen between us.
“You going to be much longer?” Alastair’s voice startled me. The good boy had got out of the chair and must be standing right in front of the door. “You’re not having second thoughts, are you? I mean, just tell me because we don’t have to—”
I opened the bathroom door and poked my head out.
“I’m not having second thoughts. Are you?”
Alastair looked relieved…and also hot as fuck.
“No. Definitely not. I’m having trouble waiting.”
I gave him an ironic smile. “And having trouble sitting in the chair.”
He rolled his eyes. “Well, yes. Sorry.”
“Go. Sit. I’ll be out soon.”
“Fine.”
I got into the garter and stockings, then sat on the closed toilet to do up my shoes. Then I put on the chemise and corset, making sure it was straight and that the chemise gaped in a pretty way. I touched up my eyeliner and rouged my lips. I messed up my hair a bit, giving myself an air kiss in the mirror. I almost forgot the velvet choker but remembered at the last minute.
Fuck, I looked totally luscious. He was going to die. Not literally…but of lust or something.
“Are you sitting in the chair?” I asked through the door.
“Oh my God. Yes. Are you coming out?”
“Wouldn’t be the first time. Close your eyes.”
“Fuck. Fine.”
“Are they closed?”
“Yes!”
I made my way across the carpeted room, over to where he sat in the armchair like a kid at detention, his ass halfway across the seat, legs splayed, foot tapping with impatience. His broad hand was over his eyes. I hoped he wasn’t peeking.
“Are you peeking?”
“Absolutely not.” But he sounded very, very turned on, and I had my doubts.
I leaned over and put an elbow on the desk beside the armchair, cradling my chin, and angled my bloomered ass toward him.
“Okay. You can look.”
He looked.
“Oh holy fuck.” He sounded breathless and impressed…exactly what I’d been hoping for.
His gaze drifted over me as he sat up and leaned forward, his eyes widening.
“Toby.”
“Yes, Alastair?”
