Page 102 of Scandal
“Pick one,” she whispers into my ear. “Unless you just want to fuck me against this wall.”
I grin as I head down the hallway toward the room where the chauffeur dropped our bags. I love this uninhibited side of Mercury that’s finally coming out. I miss the constant blushing, but seeing her confidence grow is such a turn-on. “The first time I fuck you will not be against a wall. It will be in a bed where I can spread you out and enjoy every inch of that body I’ve been dreaming about. But don’t worry, love. We’ll get to that. We’ll get to everything.”
When we reach the room at the end of the hallway, I don’t bother turning on the light. The tall windows offer an expansive view of the loch, and with the sun setting, the room is filled with shades of pink and gold.
I don’t notice much else in the room. I’m sure it’s lovely, like the rest of the cottage, but the only thing that catches my eye is the massive four-poster bed.
My gaze drifts over the sturdy wooden posts. A vision of Mercury, naked and restrained with a blindfold across her eyes, flashes through my mind.
One step at a time, mate.
When we reach the foot of the bed, I let her feet slowly touch the floor, then step back. “Take it all off.Slowly.”
Her eyes turn molten as she reaches down to grasp the hem of her sweater and slowly lift it over her head, leaving a silky white camisole behind. A lacy white bra peeks out underneath.
“Now the pants,” I instruct, my voice slightly hoarse as I watch her unbutton her jeans and slide them down her hips, over her lush thighs, until they fall to the floor. She tosses them aside, along with her thick woolen socks.
I don’t know how many nights I’ve dreamed of burying myself in those thighs. That little taste of her on my fingers felt like an appetizer.
And now I’m ready for the main course.
She takes off the camisole, leaving only the lacy bra and matching panties.
So fucking perfect.
“The bra first.” I gesture with my wrist. I feel like I’m unwrapping the best present I’ll ever receive.
And I’m not even the one unwrapping it.
But I’m most certainly enjoying the show.
Merc reaches behind her back with both hands and quickly unclasps the bra. I watch as each strap slides slowly off her shoulders until she tugs it away from her body and drops it onto the pile at her feet.
Her dark hair falls in soft waves over her shoulders and breasts. Her rosy pink nipples are tight and pebbled, begging to be touched. That Creed tattoo is inked perfectly on her ribcage. I want to run my tongue over it, to lick and suck every inch of her until I’ve marked her so thoroughly that there’s no doubt who holds her heart.
I swallow hard, trying to shove those feelings aside. “Now the panties.”
Her cheeks turn that familiar shade of pink I love so much. In all the times we’ve fooled around, she’s never been completely naked in front of me.
Until now.
She slowly slides her thumbs under the waistband of her underwear and pushes them over her hips. When they fall to the floor, I swear I lose the ability to breathe.
“You’re stunning,” I tell her as I reach over my shoulder, grab the back of my sweater, and pull it over my head. I take the undershirt with it, leaving my chest bare.
“So are you,” she replies.
“I need you on the bed, Merc,” I say, stepping forward. “I’ve been dying to taste you since that morning we were interrupted. Will you allow me the pleasure?”
Her teeth bite into her bottom lip as she tries to hide her grin. “Such a gentleman.”
“You’ll think differently in a minute.”
I reach out and slide my hands down her ribcage, over her hips, and perfect fucking ass until I reach the backs of her knees, then give them a hard tug.
She goes down with a high-pitched squeal. Her tits bounce as she lands on the bed, and her laugh makes the stupid grin on my face grow even wider.
“The security team is going to think I’m murdering you in here if you keep this up.”
