This time I didn’t worry about ruining her clothes. I’d buy her a new suit. I’d buy her a hundred suits. Better yet, I’d buy her clothes that fit her free spirit, her sparkling beauty, her artistic nature.

I yanked the blazer off her shoulders, letting it drop to the ground in a sticky tweed puddle.

Tweed had no place on Charlie Waters. If I had my way, she’d never wear it again.

Then the tweed skirt. Tweed? Covering up those treasures between her legs?

Never again.

Her blouse was better, a peach silk, and her hard nipples poked through. I brushed my fingers against one.

She groaned. “Yes, please.”

“You like that? You like when I play with those sexy little nipples?”

Her answer was another groan.

They were delectable, and I lowered my head, taking one between my teeth right through her blouse and bra.

She bit her lip and inhaled sharply.

“It’s okay,” I said against the fabric of her blouse. “Scream if you want. Let it out. I dare anyone to open that door.”

“Roy… Please…”

“I don’t care. I don’t care if the entire hotel management team comes in here, silver. I’m taking you. Right here. Right now.” I bit the hard berry.

That got me the scream I’d been waiting for.

So I did it again.

I smiled against the swell of her breasts, the fabric of her blouse now wet from my mouth. God, she turned me on. Her body was still covered, and I was harder than I’d ever been.

Needed her. Needed her naked. Needed that naked nipple between my lips. Needed all of her.

I grabbed both sides of her blouse and ripped it open, the pearl buttons flying.

She gasped. “My blouse! I love this blouse!”

“I’ll buy you five more.” Then I attacked her bra. It was a front clasp, and I opened it with one maneuver, surprising myself. Her rosy breasts fell against her chest. Pure beauty.

Everything about her was pure beauty.

She was naked now, except for her businesslike black pumps and her white lacy panties. They were boy panties, pure white lace, and oh my God, they were hot.

I wished for a moment that I were an animal with sharp teeth and I could rip them off her and then attack what lay underneath.

I settled for yanking them off her beautiful ass, down her legs, and carefully easing them off her feet, leaving her pumps on.

Naked. Naked in black office girl pumps.

What a fucking feast.

I owed her an orgasm, and she was going to get it right on this mahogany table. The surface would be slick and shiny with something other than varnish when I was done with Charlie.

“Get on the table, silver. Sit down and spread those luscious legs for me.”

She obeyed, wincing. “It’s cold.”