“Yes, but I’m a man who values his privacy. Too many people around means too many people will know my business. I keep a very small circle. So I can cook, clean, and I can even do laundry.” I grinned at her shocked expression. “How about some dessert?” I’d started to clear the table when she came over and placed her hands on top of mine.
“Oh no. You cooked. The chef never cleans.”
I stared into her eyes, felt my blood boil, my cock thickening even more. “Fuck waiting,” I found myself saying as I grabbed the tablecloth and dragged it to the floor, bringing the dishes down with it in a loud crash. As soon as the table was cleared, I pushed her up onto the top and climbed on top of her. Her eyes were wild with lust, and she didn’t stop me. In fact, I could see she wanted this as badly as I did.
“I thought you said we wouldn’t be having sex until I begged?” Her smart mouth was starting to infuriate me, yet it turned me on even more. I bent down and gently bit her bottom lip, making her whimper.
“This isn’t about me. This is about you. Do you want me to stop?” She looked at me, her eyes round, her lashes fluttering. God, she looked so fucking sexy. Holly shook her head, indicating she didn’t want to stop, but I was not going to let her get off that easy.
“Say it, baby.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” That was all I needed to hear. I grabbed the top of her blouse and ripped it open, the buttons flying around us.
“Pink lace bra, Miss Thompson? Aren’t you naughty. But your breasts, as beautiful as they are, aren’t my focus at the moment.” I looked into her eyes. “Have you ever screamed so loud you could shatter the windows?” I moved my hands up her stocking-clad legs, pushing her skirt higher as I kept my gaze locked with hers. I pushed the skirt above her hips. Her eyes widened even more as I rolled down her nylons, revealing her smooth, soft skin. It felt like silk against the roughness of my hands.
“Oh, Holly, I do believe you wore these for me, didn’t you?” I traced my finger along the edge of her pink lace panties. “No woman wears undergarments like these unless she’s expecting someone to see her in them.” In a flash, her eyes turned dark, and I could see the fire of defiance raging inside her. I liked the heat in her eyes; the defiance was a turn-on. She had to be in control her whole life, juggling all the balls, making sure nothing fell. She talked a good game, but I could feel how she would melt at my touch, her walls slowly coming down. She needed me to take all the responsibility off her shoulders. She needed me to just tell her what to do.
“What makes you think you are the one I wore them for?” In an instant, I spun her around so she was bent over the table, her beautiful ass now on display. Something snapped in me, and I drew back my right hand, my other one holding her in place. I smacked her bottom, my cock jerking in response. The sound of flesh meeting flesh was loud, echoing in the dining room.
“Oh God.”
I spanked her again.
“Who did you wear these for?” I demanded, my mind becoming hazy with jealousy. I didn’t know why I was acting the way I was, but the idea that she would dare expose herself like this to any other man enraged me.
She was mine.
There was no other explanation why, in all my life, she was the only woman I had ever wanted. She belonged to me, and she was going to know that.
“Who did you wear these for?” I asked again with more force when she continued to refuse to answer me. She still didn’t answer, and her rebellion was something I couldn’t stand, yet found so sexy.
“Why couldn’t they just be for me?” she whispered, freeing herself from my grasp. When she did, I looked down at her panties and saw she was soaked. She was turned on, and by the look of the wet spot, it wasn’t just a little. She noticed where I was looking and glanced down. Immediately, she turned the brightest shade of crimson.
“You can’t deny that, Holly,” I said as I stepped closer, invading her space. I stood there and waited. I let the knowledge that she wanted me as much as I wanted her sink in between us. My gaze bored into hers, green to blue, daring the other to back down. Both of us wanted to win, wanted supremacy.
“You want me, Holly. Just as much as I want you. So what are we going to do about it?”