Rox tried to look like she wasn’t staring, but she totally was. As he peeled his sleeves down his arms, baring his thick forearms with a thin veil of brown hair on them, she couldn’t look away. Dark, tattooed fire gripped his skin all down his left arm and covered the inverted triangle of his lats to the waistband of his suit slacks.
He tossed his shirts on the floor and turned back to her. His hands rose to her suit jacket.
She had planned a solid meeting at the office and a nice, quiet supper with Maxence and Arthur. How had she ended up on a private jet and then in a sex club in another state?
Insanity.
Cash smoothed his hands over her shoulders, pushing her jacket back and down her arms. He caught it before it fell off of her hands and laid it over a crossbar on a thing that looked like a gym’s pull-up tower.
He walked around her like he was inspecting her, but his fingers kept darting out to touch her, to caress her skin on her bare arms or the back of her neck.
When he came around to stand in front of her again, he reached for the hem of her shirt, sliding his fingers underneath, touching her waist, then lifting it over her head.
His eyes dipped, noticing her pale blue silk bra. “I do like this one.”
“You’ve already seen it once today. You’d think you’d be sick of it by now.”
He touched his fingers to her lips. “No talking except to say one of your safe words.”
“I beg your—”
“No talking.” An evil twinkle lit in his green eyes. “Or I’ll turn you over my knee and spank you.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You wouldn’t.”
His smile widened a little. “Are you trying to make me spank you?”
Rox felt her breath stop in her chest, and she shook her head no.
“Then let’s not play that game.” He walked around behind her and unbuttoned her skirt’s closure at her waist. His warm fingers dipped inside her waistband, and her skirt loosened as he unzipped it. The fabric dropped to the floor, baring her matching blue silk underwear.
She felt his fingers stroke her hips, lightly rubbing the lace that stretched over her skin.
“Step out of the skirt.”
She did, still wearing her high heels and nothing else except wispy underwear.
Behind her, Cash sucked in a breath.
Warmth covered her back, and he whispered near her ear. “Thank you for allowing me to do this.”
Something like happiness suffused through her. She nodded.
Cash slid his hands from her shoulders to her hips and rocked her back against himself, running his hands over her.
He whispered, “I love how soft your skin is.”
Rox leaned against him, relaxing into his massage.
Cash’s firm palms stroked her, sliding over her body from her shoulders and down her arms, then he circled her waist. He rubbed down her hips, almost dancing with her, but one hand drifted upward and across her chest to cup her breast through her thin bra. Even with his huge hands, she overflowed his fingers.
His other hand stole lower, lightly stroking her folds over her panties.
Rox sighed and let her head fall back against his shoulder.
“That’s good, lieveke. Relax. Let me hold you.”
He pulsed his fingers around her breast, almost pulling at her but he was too gentle for it to hurt at all.
With each grasp, his hand slid farther down her breast until he drew his fingers over her nipple, and she stretched, pushing against his hand.
“Don’t move,” he whispered. “Just stand still. Feel me.”
Rox tried to comply. She really did. His hands loved her skin, holding handfuls of her body like he was gathering every bit of her to himself. His fingertips brushed her clit, and even over the silk of her panties, a shiver tightened inside her.
She moaned.
His whispered shush near her neck floated along her shoulder.
He moved one hand behind her to unhook her bra. The straps slipped over her arms. He caught the scrap of silk and tossed it near the growing pile of clothes on the tile floor. Both his hands caressed her hips, sliding under the lace of her underwear, and he worked them down her thighs until they fell.
“Step out.”
She lifted her feet, her high heels clicking on the rough tile. Cash flicked the panties toward the pile of clothes.
His hands roamed her naked skin now, caressing and almost pinching her nipples and clit, always on the verge of hurting her but never quite sliding over from intense sensation to pain. She swayed on her high-heeled pumps, the only things that she was wearing.
A pinch to both her nipples shot a burst of pleasure through her, and her knees buckled. Though she caught herself, his arms swooped around her, and he lifted her to his bare chest.
She started to grab his neck, but Cash shook his head. Rox crossed her fists over her bare breasts, and he took all of her weight with his arms. He carried her as easily as if she were a kitten, looking into her eyes the whole time. The dim, golden light turned his eyes impossibly dark green.