I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life.
“Lesson two is about driving a man crazy and taking control of an erotic situation. Setting the mood, so to speak.” I lean against the backrest, getting comfortable in the chair. “So, we’re going to start with something no man can resist. A striptease from a beautiful woman.”
CJ bursts into laughter, her head falling back before she shakes it, sending her ponytail flying from side to side. “Oh, no. No way. I can’t.”
“You can,” I assure her. “And you will if you want to get an A in this class.”
She bites her lip, her fingers tangling in front of her in a way that’s both endearing and completely sexy. “But I really don’t think I can, Graham. I’ve never done anything like that before. I’ll make a fool of myself.”
“No, you won’t.”
She snorts. “Yes, I—”
“No. You won’t. Because I’m going to help you.” I lift a finger, holding her gaze until she sighs heavily and gives a small nod, which I sense is the closest I’m going to get to enthusiasm at this point. “Start by lifting the hem of your dress. Slowly, taking your time. Owning the room.”
She reaches for the bottom of her dress and immediately breaks into another round of laughter. She’s gasping by the time she says, “I can’t. Seriously, I can’t.”
“Caroline Jessica Murphy,” I say in my best displeased teacher voice. “Are you going to do as you’re told, or am I going to have to turn you over my knee?”
She blinks once, twice, her eyes as round as the antique plates hanging on the wall behind her. “Are you serious?”
“Why?” I let my gaze track down her curves. “Would you like that? To have me spank you for being disobedient?”
Her eyes go even wider. “Um, I . . . I don’t know. I’m not sure I would like that.”
“But you aren’t sure you wouldn’t?” I arch a brow, heat surging to my groin.
She shakes her head and whispers, “No, I’m not sure about that, either. When you look at me like that, I can imagine liking all kinds of things I’ve never imagined liking before.”
“Good.” Her confession makes me even hotter. “Now, take off your dress for me, CJ. I want to see you in my lingerie.”
She draws her lower lip between her teeth as she slowly reaches for the hem of the dress and then in one fluid motion pulls it up and over her head. And fuck me, but she’s gorgeous. Heart-stopping. Even more beautiful than I thought she would be.
The blush-pink satin is so her, the crisscross fabric across the front suggestive and yet innocent at the same time. It’s a hint of what’s to come. A promise that if I’m very good, I can unhook the lingerie, let it fall to the floor, and admire her completely.
“When I saw that color, I knew it would look perfect against your skin. I knew it would make you feel so damn sensual. Does it, CJ? Does it make you feel beautiful? Alluring? Irresistible.”
She nods, her lips parting, a soft little murmur falling from them. “All of that.”
“Good. Because you are.” My gaze drops to the matching garters that hold her stockings in place, and I groan. “So fucking irresistible.” I motion to her hair. “Now your hair. I want it down.”
“You want it down,” she echoes, reaching both arms up to work the band from her hair, setting it free to fall in glossy waves around her shoulders. “You’re a bossy one, aren’t you?”
“I know what I want. And right now, I want you to untie the bow at the top of your corset,” I say, my voice low and coaxing, daring her to own the moment. “Slow and confident, like you’re unveiling a priceless, precious work of art.”
Her breath hitches, but she obeys, pulling at the silk ribbon, making my pulse spike as she loosens the bow and her breasts spill over the top of the plunging neckline. My first glance is enough to make my heart stop. Her breasts are each a perfect creamy handful, graced by a dusky pink nipple. I’m dying to get my mouth on her, but not yet.
Not yet. Slow. Easy.
If I go too far, too fast, I’ll scare her or hurt her, neither of which is an acceptable outcome.
Her hands cross above her chest as she whispers, “I’m embarrassed,” proving she’s misunderstood my silence.
“Oh no,” I insist, shaking my head. “No, no, don’t be. God, you’re beautiful. I was just lost in thought.”
“That can’t be a good sign, if I’m taking my clothes off and you’re lost in thought?”
“Thoughts about how much I want to get your nipples in my mouth,” I say, desire thick in my voice. “How much I want to taste you. Every inch of you. You’re driving me crazy, Butterfly, so please don’t stop. Show me more of you. Torture me, slow and sweet.”