Servicing the Target (Masters of the Shadowlands #10)(25)
Author: Cherise Sinclair

He took the steps three at a time and followed her into the bedroom. “Ma’am, I’d be delighted to serve, to help you”—strip naked—“with disrobing.”

“Aren’t you the generous one?” A dimple flashed in her right cheek, always the first one to show.

He intended to see both dimples displayed before the hour was over.

“Yes, Ma’am. That’s me.” He stepped closer and ran his hands up and down her arms, feeling the firm muscle beneath all that soft skin.

The slight tilt of her head told him to stop while he was ahead. She looked up at him, her eyes a clear blue-gray, like a sunlit mountain lake. “I think we’ll take turns disrobing, so neither of us misses out on the fun.” And she proceeded to yank off his Hard Rock T-shirt.

“Mmm.” Her husky voice held only approval as she ran her hands over his pectorals, ruffling his chest hair before tracing the narrow line down his belly to where it disappeared under his jeans.

And fuck, the sizzle from her touch continued all the way to his dick. His cock surged upward, trying to burst from its confines. His shirt might be off, but he was radiating so much heat that he’d probably scorch her exquisite skin.

Smiling, she pushed one strap of her bra over her shoulder and smiled at him. Giving him permission.

The universe was looking favorably on him today.

With one finger, he teased her other strap off, and his pulse skipped a beat when her bra lowered far enough that he could see the edges of her pink-brown nipples. He might get eyestrain if he didn’t get her uncovered soon.

“I thought you were beautiful in the Shadowlands,” he managed to say. “In full daylight, you’re even more gorgeous.”

Her eyes lit. “You know, I think of you as Z’s guard dog, not one of my boys, so when you say something like that, it’s surprising and very effective.” She gripped his upper arms and rose onto tiptoes to kiss him, a generous, sweet kiss with tongue. “Thank you.”

My fucking pleasure. She was near enough he could reach around her, unfasten her bra, and slide it off. Her breasts were high and full—a man’s finest fantasy, up close and touchable.

Touch he did, filling his palms. Her breasts were probably about the same weight as navel oranges, and yet that was like comparing the satisfaction in playing tennis or fucking. Nothing in the world could feel as sweet as her breasts.

She made an approving sound as he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. When he squeezed slightly and then tugged lightly on the peaks, he felt her quiver.

He needed more.

But, with desperate control, he lowered his hands, forcing himself to let her take the next step. She could lead him wherever her heart desired.

Her eyebrows rose. “You keep surprising me.” To his delight, she undid his jeans and released him.

As the cool air from an open window hit his overheated cock, he drew in a steadying breath.

“Yes, you’re just as magnificent as I remembered,” she murmured.

The sheer satisfaction at hearing that was almost as fantastic as the way her hands gripped him, as the way she varied her hold from a firm stroke at the base to a feather-light grazing of the head.

She shoved his jeans down until they tangled at his ankles. “Part your legs as far as you can.”

Setting a hand on her shoulder for balance, he moved his feet apart.

Her free hand cupped his balls, pulling and teasing, while her other hand played with his dick. With uncanny skill, she drove him up until he was too damn close to coming.

“Mistress.” The sound emerged despite his clenched jaw. “I’d rather—” fuck you.

Her gaze was a laser beam of incandescent blue light. “I’d rather too, for that matter. And it is your turn for the disrobing, isn’t it?” She stepped back. “On your knees, please.”

He went down on one knee, leaning forward to kiss her bare stomach. Kneeling didn’t bother him—not if he got to remove her clothes. Hell, he’d even use his teeth if that were what she wanted. He wouldn’t have minded one fucking bit. With careful fingers, he unbuttoned her jeans.

Setting a hand on his shoulder, she lifted her foot.

Her skin was distractingly smooth as he pushed the material off her calves and feet. His gaze ran up. Curvy calves, long sweet thighs that led to… Yeah, he was going to die. Last time he’d been here, he’d thought…maybe…that she shaved. Now he knew.

Her pussy was completely bare of hair. Damn, that was sexy.

She made a sound and he realized his fingers had tightened around her ankles. He managed to loosen them for a second, but with one inhalation, he was lost. First, the scent of something spicy—like cinnamon and cloves, then a lightly delicate feminine musk.