She paused, her eyes trailing from me to the coffee, and back. “Is that for me?”
“If you promise to get out of bed and meet me in the lobby in twenty minutes, then yes. Also, I want you to wear one of your long dresses but put on a pair of yoga shorts or something beneath them.”
I watched as she tried to decide if she really wanted what I was offering, and grinned when she snatched up the coffee and pushed herself into a sitting position.
“Deal.”
Laughing, I stood up and began stripping.
“What are you doing? Not that I’m complaining,” she asked.
“I went for a run this morning; I need a shower.”
“Because our physical activities last night didn’t wear you out enough?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
I shook my head as I kicked off my shoes and socks, adding my running shorts to the pile. “Because I like the way you can’t stop looking at me, and the only way this body stays this way is if I work out regularly.”
She sighed and then hummed appreciatively. “Okay then, carry on.”
Grinning at her, I winked before making my way bare-ass naked to the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day.
~
Twenty-five minutes later, the elevator doors opened to reveal Chiara with her long hair loose down her back and wearing a dress that did everything to enhance all her best features. She smiled shyly when she saw me, and fuck me, I loved that look.
Every step she took revealed tantalizing flashes of her legs due to the long slit up both sides, and the bust hugged her breasts in the very best way, done up with some little drawstring at the front. I had a momentary vision of slowly loosening that tie and pulling the top of her dress down, allowing her breasts to spill forth so I could taste them.
“You can’t look at me like that in public,” Chiara chastised with absolutely no conviction behind her words.
I blinked, realizing she’d stopped in front of me, and I stood.
“Fuck me, baby. When you step out looking like that, you’re lucky I’m not drooling.”
Her cheeks flashed pink and fucking hell did I like that I could bring that out in her.
“So, what are we doing today that required a dress code?” she asked.
“Nope, first…” I trailed off, pulling her against me. “First, you need to kiss me.”
Smiling slowly, she slid her hands up my chest to the back of my neck where they tangled in my hair. She pressed her lips against mine gently and pulled back.
“Like that?”
I tightened my hold on her. “Properly, Angel.”
Smiling slyly, she leaned in to kiss me again, a little longer this time, but still not what I wanted.
“What about that?”
I growled at her, my fingers biting into her waist. “Kiss me like you mean it, Angel.”
Her eyes danced with amusement and lust, and this time when she leaned in to kiss me, I didn’t wait for her to decide. I forced her lips open and kissed her long and deep, fusing my mouth to hers, as if she was my only source of oxygen. She moaned and I slowed the kiss, turning it exploratory and languid. She moved restlessly against me, and only then did I lift my head from hers.
Hearing that her breathing was as choppy as mine set a fire within me, one that I knew would burn hot and bright until I was buried deep inside her again.
“We’re really good at that,” she whispered with satisfaction.
Grinning, I nodded and took her hand. “Yes, we are. Now, come on, we have places to be,” I said, and pulled her toward the front door. Before we could leave, however, we ran into Ellis.
