I slid my hand along his firm stomach, feeling every ridge. “How do you look like this? Don't you sit behind a desk all day?”
“I have a personal trainer.”
I laughed softly. “Of course you do.”
He lay back on the bed, propping his head on the pillow with one arm. “Take off your dress.”
I slowly slid the dress off me while he watched with a predatory look in his eye. His slacks had a massive tent, but he made no effort to remove them.
“Good.” He crooked one finger at me. “Now get over here and sit on my face.”
I blinked at him, my mouth hanging open. “Sit where?”
“You heard me.” His voice was commanding and left no room for argument.
I eased myself onto the bed beside him, but hesitated. “Won’t I crush you? How will you breathe?”
“Let me worry about that.” He slid an arm around my w
