It’s why I sweep my fingertips over my collarbone, wanting to show him mine. I catch a tightening in his jaw when I dip lower and trace the corset top of my dress. By the time I reach for the zipper at the side, the hungry look he’s giving me smolders, and I don’t even have the full effect with half of his face under the mask. But it’s more than enough to have me grasping the tiny metal pull.

“Like this, Foster?”

I drag the zipper down, pulse racing. I’m not entirely sure if it’s from what I’m doing or the way he’s watching me while I do it.

“You’re a natural, Remi.” He winds through my veins, taking over. The material goes slack, ready to fall after I slip the thin straps off my shoulders, but the hand gripping my phone braces the front, holding it to my chest.

“Let me see,” he says.

I move my hand, dropping the rest. Cool air coasts over my bare breasts and exposed skin, and Foster curses as I wiggle the dress off my hips. It hits the floor at my feet, leaving me in black panties. Other than those and what hides behind the swirly mask and under the arm warmers, I let him see all of me. I expect him to mention the last one, but he seems distracted.

“Another fucking bad idea,” he mutters.

“Agreed.” But I move the phone and angle it toward the mirror so he has an unobstructed view.

Foster flicks open the button on his jeans, causing a stutter in my already pounding heart. “I couldn’t possibly have a worse one.” He unzips but then stops, a tease of dark fabric visible underneath. “Say no, and we stop right now, Remi.”

“I know,” I say, not a doubt in my mind. “Now tell me what happens after I say yes.”

His mouth hooks up at my wording. “You’re going to make yourself come for me while I get off, wishing like hell my cock could be buried in your cunt.”

My core clenches, a blush spreading over more than my face-paint-covered cheeks.

I nod but receive a lazy shake of his head.

“Nah, I need an answer from those pouty lips, baby.”

“These lips?” I ask before biting my bottom one.

My fingers trail over the curve of my breast and nipple and then drift lower until they skim the top of my panties. I run them all the way across, teasing just below the hem and drawing out the delicious tension. It becomes a living thing between us, a vibration tingling against my skin and him appearing closer and closer to losing control.

Heady and addicting.

“Remi…” he warns.

“Yes. I want you to watch me come for you, Foster.”