Chapter 10
The black silk clung to him like liquid night.
I had ordered him to put it on—the thin, expensive set he had bought and hidden in the top shelf of his closet—and now he stood in the middle of his bedroom looking like every filthy fantasy I had ever entertained at two in the morning with only a glowing screen for company. The fabric was almost translucent where it stretched over his chest. It dipped low enough to show the sharp lines of his collarbones and the heavy gold collar locked around his throat. The pants rode low on his hips, the silk sliding with every shallow breath he took.
I sat on the edge of the bed and simply looked at him for a long moment.
For two years I had only ever seen those abs through a phone screen—blurry gym selfies, dim lighting, captions that said
