Page 3 of Choosing Stella

“My turn.”

Antonio stopped.

I dragged the zipper down myself.

I slipped the dress from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Black lace covered enough to count as lingerie and not enough to hide why he’d paid for the evening.

I stepped backward into the bedroom.

“Come on, Antonio.”

He followed.

The chase was over.

What came after the chase was simpler.

He kissed me, and I let myself enjoy that too. Antonio was good at following a script once the terms were clear. His hands stayed where they were welcome. Mine opened his shirt, then his belt, taking what I wanted instead of waiting for him to decide the pace.

When his fingers slid beneath my panties, I widened my stance.

“More.”

He gave me more.

Pleasure built quickly, familiar enough that I didn’t have to think about it. I rocked against his hand until my breath broke, then caught his wrist before he could take me over the edge.

Antonio raised an eyebrow.

“Changing the rules?”

“Changing the timing.”

I pushed him toward the bed.

He went willingly.

A condom packet waited on the nightstand beside a glass carafe of water, where it was supposed to be. I picked it up and tossed it onto his chest.

“You know what to do.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I laughed.

“Don’t ruin it.”

He tore the packet open.

By the time he rolled the condom on, I’d stripped off the rest of the lace and climbed over him.

Antonio reached for my hips.

I caught his hands and put them flat against the mattress.

“My turn,” I reminded him.

His smile came back.