DJ’s POV
He bought me a maid costume!
As in the sexy, barely covering anything kind that you’d find at an adult Halloween store – or a stripper joint! And he wasn’t even the least bit sorry about it. Hell, with that grin, he loved it! And f**k me, but I sort of liked it too.
I could already imagine myself standing in front of him, wearing nothing but this sorry excuse of a dress, and doing whatever he told me to do. And the idea of willingly surrendering myself to him – surrendering myself to him on every level – turned me on like crazy. Hell, my p***y was practically spasming with anticipation…
Down girl!
“I told you,” Ivan said, his voice dangerously low and husky. “You’re not Natalie’s bodyguard anymore.” He stepped closer, eating up my personal space as the warmth of his body enve
