The Dom Who Loved Me (Masters and Mercenaries #1)(35)

His mouth dropped open. His face became a mask of masculine outrage. “He was with you in the dressing room?”

Grace reached out to pat him soothingly. It was no big deal. It was just Adam. If the room had been big enough, she would have invited Jake in, too. “I needed help with the zippers.”

“That better be all he helped you with.” Sean’s teeth were clenched.

Grace laughed. “Silly, what else would he help me with? I told you he’s gay. He’s much more interested in the way my clothes fit than anything I have underneath them.”

Sean muttered something under his breath that Grace didn’t quite catch, though it sounded a bit violent. He took a deep breath, and his face was gentler when he moved forward into her arms. “Listen, little one, I don’t care if he’s never touched a woman in his life. I don’t want him touching mine. Indulge me. I have a possessive nature. Feel free to shop with Adam all you like, but he’s not allowed in the dressing room with you. Hell, we can go on a double date with the boys if it makes you happy, but this naked body is for me and me alone.”

God, when he talked like that he sounded like he was interested in much more than a week-long fling. She was setting herself up to get hurt, but she couldn’t help it. She would rather know. “Sean, you sound serious.”

“When did I ever say I wasn’t?” He smiled slightly and tipped her head up. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small object. He let it dangle in his hand. Grace stared for a moment at the small, gold heart falling from a gold chain. “Do you understand what this means?”

She kind of thought she did, but she’d rather hear it from him. “A present?”

“It’s more than that. If I was taking you to a club, I would put a collar around your neck to let the others know that you belong to me. This isn’t a traditional collar, but you can wear it during the day. It’s a symbol that you accept me as your Dom. Grace, will you wear this?”

It was the almost hesitant way he asked the question that sent her heart reeling. He wasn’t a Dom in that moment, just a man who was a little scared he was going to be rejected. Grace gave him her most brilliant smile and held her hair up so he could put it on. Sean worked the clasp, and the heart fell against Grace’s skin just below her neck. She brought her hand up to touch it. “I love it.”

And she was starting to love him.

Now the Dom was back. He looked down at her with a wholly-satisfied smile. “It looks good on you. So, no more intimate shopping trips with other men.”

She knew a dictate when she heard it. And, if she thought about it, she wouldn’t be comfortable with another woman helping Sean into his pants whether she liked men or not. Grace decided to bow to this rule, though he was already breaking his “I only dominate in the bedroom” speech. It didn’t surprise her. He was an overwhelming man. She relished the challenge. “Fine. Adam doesn’t come into the dressing room with me.”

“Good, then we can move on to the more interesting portion of the visit.” His tone went dark and deep. “Show me your breasts, Grace.”

She swallowed hard. “What?”

He took a step back, and his eyes went hard and icy. He really didn’t like to repeat himself. “I said show me your breasts. They belong to me. I want to see them.”

Grace looked back to the door, wondering who would walk in. Normally Matt’s office was off limits, but then she was also usually sitting outside acting as a gatekeeper. Anyone could walk in. Her heart sped up.

“I’m waiting, and I won’t ask again.”

Grace’s hands went to the buttons of her blouse when she saw Sean checking out the office chair. She knew exactly what he was thinking. He was wondering how it would work as a place to spank her. She decided it would be infinitely more dignified to be caught showing him her breasts than with her bare ass in the air. Of course, she could always walk away. The little gold heart was pressed against her throat, a reminder of everything building between them. She didn’t pause, but kept unbuttoning the blouse. She was never going to walk away as long as he still wanted her.

Sean watched her with hooded eyes. His tongue came out to moisten his lips when Grace finally undid the last button and worked the front clasp of her bra open. Her breasts bounced free from their constraints. She knew they weren’t as perky as they used to be. They were forty years old and had fed two children, but when Sean looked at her like a hungry lion, she couldn’t help but feel sexy.

He stared at her for a long moment, the caress of his eyes almost palpable on her flesh. Her nipples tightened in response, and she thrust her chest out so he didn’t miss an inch. The waiting was almost unbearable. She wanted his hands on her, his mouth covering her flesh.

“You are gorgeous, little one.” His big hand came out to cup a breast, molding it and squeezing gently. Grace sighed, utterly content at the contact.

Sean stood in front of her and took both breasts in his hands. He pushed them together and then held them apart. He played with her nipples, pinching them between his thumbs. He had them hard and rigid and ready when he pushed the right one up and bent over. Grace’s head fell back as his hot mouth closed over her nipple. Her legs moved restlessly up and down his sides as he sucked. He licked and played with the breast as though he was a boy fascinated with a new toy. He didn’t miss an inch, licking around the areola and finally nipping the brown and pink nipple between his teeth.