Page 120 of Stolen By the Billionaire
Blaze must be in the bedroom or living room, waiting for her.
Tall wooden cabinets by the door held sumptuous robes with the Ritz’s lion-and-crown logo gold-embroidered on them.
But he’d told her if she’d been bad, she should—
Sarah pressed the cabinet closed.
The stone floor chilled her feet as she opened the door and walked into the bedroom.
Blaze was waiting for her, the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows.
He scanned her naked body, looking down to her toes and back up to her face like he was perusing her, like she was a cow at an auction he was evaluating.
Well, her teats were of okay size, at least. At a cattle auction, that was important.
Blaze stood and loomed above her, looking into her eyes. “So you were a bad girl in the shower.”
It wasn’t a question, but she nodded.
“How naughty were you, kitten? Did you make yourself come?”
She shook her head.
He laid his hand on her waist, stroking down over the swell of her hip and thigh to her knee. “Good, kitten. I’d hate to have to punish you so severely tonight.”
The sarcastic lilt in his voice sounded like he wouldn’t have hated it at all.
Sarah was vibrantly aware that Blaze could mete out any punishment she’d read about in those online slashfics if she transgressed enough.
He would be a monster if she pushed him.
Or if she needed him to be.
That thought shivered in her legs.
He trailed his fingers over her shoulders and down her arms, his fingertips almost gentle, but again, that hint of possessiveness was there. “So you were naughty in the shower.”
She nodded.
“You touched yourself.”
She nodded again, more slowly this time.
His fingertips traced the round underside of her breast, and his thumb brushed over her nipple, sending a wave of heat over her. “Here?”
She lowered her chin and nodded.
One of his hands strayed to the back of her neck while his other fingertips trailed between her breasts and down her tummy to graze the very top of the crease between her legs.
Even that minuscule brush over her folds zinged a wave through her that forced her eyelids shut.
He asked, “Here?”
She nodded.
“You knew what I would do to you if you touched yourself.”
Again, he hadn’t asked a question, but she nodded anyway.
