Page 321 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

“No.”

“You can’t—”

“Nope.”

John let out a frustrated grunt, saying, “Let me finish a sentence, donna.”

“Unless that sentence is something about getting me on my knees, I really don’t want to hear it. Because you know what, that’s another thing. You won’t even fuck me for fear I might get out of breath. That’s kind of the point of sex, John.”

“I know what sex does!”

“That is not the thing I want to hear,” Siena said in a singsong fashion.

John gave her a look.

Another unspoken warning.

Siena wasn’t having it.

“Killing me here,” John muttered under his breath.

Siena grinned wickedly. “What if I helped you along, then? Do you think that would snap you out of this nonsense?”

“It’s not nonsense. It’s—”

John’s words cut off when Siena pulled the straps of the dress she was wearing down over her shoulders. Without the straps to hold the flimsy fabric up, it simply fell down her body, and landed in a heap at her feet.

She wore nothing underneath.

No bra.

No panties.

This was planned.

She had a goal.

She was going to get it.

John made a noise under his breath, and then said, “What are you doing?”

Siena gave him a wink over her shoulder as she moved toward the bed. “What do you think?”

“You seriously want to fuck right now? We’re having a discussion.”

“No, you’re having a discussion with yourself. I told you what I told you, John.”

She bent over the bed to reach for one of the pillows, and pulled it toward her chest. Her scar had healed, but it could still be a little tender. Having something soft to rest on would help that little issue.

“Jesus Christ,” John said low and husky.

Siena looked back at him.

She knew exactly what he was seeing—her bent over, and her bare ass high in the air. Given her legs were a little spread, he could probably see a peek of her pussy, too.

John’s gaze lingered on her backside.

Siena smiled.