CHAPTER EIGHT

Naomi

He’d knocked me off my game with all his questions. I’d been prepared to flirt, tease, flaunt around in my new sexy outfit. I wasn’t convinced he was all of a sudden taking me seriously, but he had asked more pointed questions about my career in the last few minutes than most my friends ever had. I knew the seduction game, I didn’t know how to take a real conversation and turn it into more.

My fingers hovered over the touchpad, and I made a last-minute decision, closing the Wet & Wyld screen and turning on some music instead.

I fidgeted, moving my hair away from my face and shifting from one foot to the other trying to figure out my next move. Operating off the cuff wasn’t normal for me. I liked to make a plan and stick to it.

Swaying my hips to the music, I picked up the neon green dildo that he’d handled earlier, nipple clamps, and some scented massage oil that wasn’t really all that practical when my customers couldn’t smell it. But for tonight, it was perfect.

His eyes followed me in a bored manner. Watching, but not all that impressed was the vibe he gave off as he sat in the same relaxed, one leg crossed over the other ankle style like he’d sat last night.

I placed the items on the table in front of him and pulled my hair into a quick braid. Moving from the front of the table to the other side where he sat on the couch, I held out a hand to him. “Dance with me?”

He shook his head.

“Come on. I like this song. No one can hear or see us if we stay on this side of the computer.”

I pushed out my lower lip and my breasts for good measure.

He looked like he was struggling to make a decision, and his uncertainty was enough to give me the confidence to grab his hand and tug.

His warm, rough hand sent a shock through my body, and with that extra spark, I tugged again harder. His heavy weight budged on the second pull, and he stood, staring down at me.

Unmoving, his body still radiated energy, and I soaked it up as I closed my eyes and moved to the beat. Thirty seconds went by, maybe more, and I almost gave up when his hands found my waist.

A peek up into his eyes nearly made me lose my balance, but his hands tightened keeping me upright. His gaze was so intense, dark, hooded eyes bored into me, and I couldn’t have looked away if I wanted to. With unsteady hands, I moved them up the front of his shirt, letting my fingers explore each ridge and muscle. A noise that might have been a groan came from his lips and he pulled me tight against him. I used the position to my advantage, rubbing against him. The thin material didn’t provide much of a buffer between us, and my core ached as his erection pressed against me. He was too tall for the position to give me the friction I needed, but still, my body climbed.

The first song ended, and a slower one followed, but his hands didn’t leave me. Turning, I maintained contact with him as I lowered the zipper of the jumpsuit revealing the peek-a-boo bra underneath. To call it a bra was really underselling it — it was God’s gift of lingerie. The black material wrapped around my body like a normal bra, but each cup was cut out while still somehow lifting my breasts up.

With a deep breath and summoning all the courage I could muster, I faced him again. Grady’s lips moved and I could make out at least one of the curses he muttered under his breath while he appreciated my reveal.

You haven’t seen anything yet.

I watched the muscles in his face flex as he appeared to clench his jaw, but he didn’t pull away. I stepped back first, breaking contact and picking up the nipple clamps I’d placed on the table. Pulling my arms out of the jumpsuit, I let the top half fall around my waist. I attached the clamps to each nipple and sucked in a breath as my already tender nipples were put under pressure. The chain dangled between my breasts and I pulled slightly and let my head fall back.

How long had it been since I had done this and really enjoyed myself? Too long, and it had never been like this. Grady’s presence intensified every sensation. What would sex be like with him? I shivered just thinking about it.

He lifted one eyebrow when I picked up the dildo and tossed it in the air like a ball and caught it with the other hand. Holding it up to my lips, I kissed the head of the green rubber and licked it slowly from tip to base. He reached out, grabbing the chain dangling between my cleavage, and pulled. The increased pinching sensation started at my nipples and radiated down my body. I let out an involuntary yelp and stepped forward., We met in the middle. It seemed like an eternity passed as he stared down at me, neither of us moving. My chest lifted and rose with each raspy breath I took. It was time to pull away. Time to push him away and get back to my job.

I didn’t move.

A flash of regret and hesitation crossed his face before he brought his mouth down to my neck. My mind raced, and even as the excitement of getting Grady to touch me left me lightheaded, my stomach was uneasy. This had not been part of the plan. A little flirting, a sexy striptease. I’d wanted him to want me, to admit that I was beautiful and enough of a woman to take care of myself, but this… I hadn’t imagined this scenario.

He pushed the jumpsuit down past my hips until the material fell to the floor at my ankles. I stepped out carefully and Grady stepped back studying me as if he were memorizing every inch.

The separation gave me time to clear my head and I pushed him back playfully and pressed on his shoulders until he sat back down on the couch. I maintained a safe distance as I picked up the massage oil and opened it, pouring a small amount into one palm and then rubbing my hands together until the strawberry scent filled the room.

My hands were shaky, and my heart was beating so quickly I couldn’t stop the rise and fall of my chest as I gulped for air.

“Take your shirt off.”

“If I do, this only ends one way.” There was a question to his statement and I nodded, hoping like hell I knew what I was doing.