Chapter Seventeen
Viola
Weston takes his time, his eyes starting at the tip of my head and slowly making their way down my body, and sucks in a breath at realizing I’ve not put on any panties this evening.
I hadn’t waited for him to make a move, just as eager to get him into the large bed awaiting us here on the yacht, and I kick my shoes away before taking a step closer to him to tease, “I told you I was ready, Wes.”
With a flash of his teeth in the dimly lit room, he undoes his tie and tosses it to the side, commanding, “Lay on the bed.”
Obeying, I lie down on the edge of the bed, leaving my legs hanging off the side. I watch him come closer, not even bothering to undress, although he does toss his suit jacket away.
Unzipping his pants, his c**k is hard and ready-to-go as he frees
