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She is a brat.
And I fucking love it.
I close the door behind me.
She sits up a little straighter.
This isn't a scenario. We aren't playing a game with rules, but we have our roles. I sink into mine. The stern boss.
I let my voice drop to a demanding tone. "Where are you going dressed like that?"
She sits up straighter and speaks with a tiny hint of defiance. "Dressed like what?"
"In shorts." I take another step toward her. "This is a nice place."
"They're nice shorts." She holds my stare. She sits there with the perfect mix of strength and power and pliability.
A dare to challenge her back.
To make her.
I've never wanted that before, but with her, I need it.
I move closer. Closer. Close enough to touch her.
I lower my hand so it brushes her shoulder. The skin. Then, the strap of her tank top.
She shudders from the contact.
I keep my touch soft, even though I want to hold her close, to feel every part of her. I have to take my time. I have to tease her. "And this?" I finger the strap.
She looks up at me. "What about it?"
"This—" I slip my hand under the soft fabric so my fingers brush her breast.
She fights a groan. "What about that?" She gasps as I cup her breast with my palm.
I run my fingers over her nipples, teasing her with a soft touch. Desire floods her expression. Anticipation. Need.
Her body melts into mine, but she still stands strong and proud and defiant.
I let even more demand drop into my voice. "You want people to see your breasts?"
"Maybe," she breathes.
"You want people to see me do this?" I toy with her again and again.
She lets out a low, heavy sigh. It's pure desire. Pure need. "You wouldn't." She finds her resolve enough to look me in the eyes. "You don't have the audacity."
The dare makes my entire body buzz. "Are you testing me, baby?" I ask.
She shrugsmaybe I am, maybe I'm not. "Prove me wrong."
My dick whines. My blood rushes south. She's so sexy this way. Too sexy.
I'm not going to last long enough.
But I can work with that.
