Bailey unbuttoned my dress shirt, then moved on to unfasten my belt and pants. My fingers landed on the hem of her soft black sweater, and I tugged it up and over her head. Her lacy black bra showcased her small breasts perfectly and hinted that she might be wearing skimpy underwear that matched. In a blur, we were half-undressed and I was fully fucking hard, ready to bend her over the bed, but I had plans before I let things go that far. I undid the button of her jeans and kneeled to peel them off her body before tossing her pants and socks aside. I was right—she was wearing nothing but a hot-as-fuck tiny scrap of black lace that sat on her hips. How the hell did I get so lucky?

“I love undressing you,” I murmured, still on my knees in front of her. “It’s like unwrapping a present.”

Slowly, I kissed my way back up the soft skin between her legs. Nudging them a little wider, I grasped her inner thighs and held them apart for access. She let out a soft, throaty sigh as my lips found the juncture of her inner thigh, and I circled the outer perimeter. Tension coiled in her body, and her breath grew shallow. She was waiting for me to move on to her most sensitive spot, but I took time. Teasing her was half the fun.

“These are very, very sexy.” I ran a finger along the hem of her lace underwear.

My mouth landed on her center over the thin material, and she let out a soft gasp. She sank her hands into my hair, tugging and pulling me closer.

“I wore them for you,” Bailey said, voice strained.

“In that case, we can keep them on for now.” I dragged them aside and closed my mouth over her clit, sucking gently.

She moaned, throwing her head back as my tongue laved against her and I savored every minute. Being between her legs was one of my favorite things in the world.

“Chase…” My name was a shaky breath across her lips. “I don’t think I can hold myself up if you’re doing that.”

With my hands on her hips, I pulled her down to sit on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs apart. She leaned on her elbows, watching me with a dazed expression. There was a point in time where she would have felt self-conscious fully on display like this. Now she was completely confident in front of me, and I loved it. Sometimes, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was.

My gaze fell to my belt lying on the floor next to my knees, and I grabbed it.

“Trust me?” I asked her, gripping the strip of leather in both hands.

Bailey studied it for a beat, and her eyes lifted to meet mine. “Always.”