you're giving your boss,Ryun Houston a l@p dance.not to mention, he's extremely rich.
"Take it off." he grasps, hand snaking towards your bra.
"Costs extra." you throw your head back.
"I'll take it off."
"That's costs even more."
he drops a brick of hundreds onto your lap.
"Not nearly enough." Growling, he pulls your hair back, placing something cold inside your mouth.It's his black amex.
"Pin is two four eight four." he pauses, "Now take it off." he whispers.
Your tongue grazes over the metallic edge of the card before you let it drop onto your lap.He watches, dark eyes burning into yours, waiting.
Slowly, you trail your fingers down your shoulders, teasing the straps of your dress lower.His breath hitches, but he doesn't move.
Not yet. "I hope your credit limit is high," you murmur, your lips curving into a smirk
He exhales sharply. **"Unlimited."
You let the dress slip further, but stop just short of giving him what he wants. Leaning in, you drag your nails lightly down his chest, feeling the expensive fabric of his suit beneath your touch.
"You want me to take it off?" you taunt, tilting your head. "Or do you want to do it yourself?"
His jaw tightens. The hand gripping the armrest twitches.Then, in one swift motion, he pulls you flush against him.
"I don't pay for what's already mine," he breathes against your ear.