Free His Call by Emma Hart Page B

another tune I don’t recognize. I flatten my hand against the door and push silently, stepping into the room.
    My gaze tumbles over her body. She’s lying on her front in the middle of the bed with her dark hair falling over her shoulders, her knees bent and swinging back and forth behind her.
    But that’s not what is holding my attention. That would be the red lace molded to her body and the round curve of her bare ass. The black stockings with a red seam running up the back of her legs. My dick hardens at the sight of her and she hasn’t even registered my presence yet. I take advantage of this and the fact she’s facing away from me as I slip off my shoes.
    I cross the room on tiptoes and jump onto the bed over her. Dayton screams and attempts to roll over, but I grab her wrists and hold her down where she is.
    “Well, hello there.” I drop a kiss to her bare shoulder, and she relaxes.
    “Aaron, you bastard. You scared the shit out of me.” She flicks her legs up and nudges me in the back with curled toes.
    I smile against her skin. “I’m sorry. My first instinct was to jump on you when I saw you.”
    She turns her head to the side , and I lean back so she can meet my eyes. “Oh, you like this, then?” She wriggles, her ass rubbing against my cock doing nothing for the throbbing erection I possess. “It’s just something I threw on.”
    “Like it? I was wondering when you were going to wear this for me.” I release her wrists and let her roll over.
    She looks up at me with dark eyes full of seduction and runs her hands up my arms. “I wasn’t going to make you wait too long. It was expensive, after all.”
    My eyes flit to the way the outfit pushes her gorgeous tits together , and I palm one gently. “It was worth every penny,” I murmur, dropping my face to hers.
    She takes my sweeping kiss , and her tongue meets mine thrust for thrust. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and I groan, firmly squeezing her breast.
    “Were you planning to seduce me, Miss Black?”
    She gasps when I run my lips down her neck and nip lightly. “Whatever gives you that idea, Mr. Stone?”
    A primal thrill runs through me like it always does when she says my name.
    “The red lace… The string panties… The stockings… You’re just missing a pair of red heels.”
    “It can be arranged.”
    I get off of her and pull her into a sitting position. “Not can be. It has been. Get your ass off this bed and put those heels on, Dayton. And this is not a demand.”
    She sighs, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, and shoots a flirty glance over her shoulder as she saunters to the closet. “Gosh, I love your requirements.”
    My lips curve into a smirk, and I watch her put the shoes on. “And I love how you’re always so willing to fulfill them.”
    Dayton walks to me, temptation embodied, and her own lips, which are coated in red, mirror mine. “Always, as long as you never ask me nicely.”
    Her hands rest on my shoulders , and I grasp her waist. I tug her harshly to me so that she falls to her knees on the bed. Given that her ass is touching her heels and I’m kneeling up, her head is tilted back slightly so she can look up at me.
    I love seeing her on her knees. There’s only one thing wrong with this —and if she doesn’t want to be asked nicely, I’m happy to oblige. More than fucking happy to.
    I bend my face to hers and kiss her harshly. “Get off this bed and go to the window.”
    She does as I say without another word. Without her usual sass or snark. I follow her to the large bay window and unbuckle my pants. Her tongue flicks across her lips, her eyes following the movement of my fingers, and I grow even harder.
    I slide my boxer briefs and pants down in one swift movement and sit on the seat beneath the window. I motion for her to come over, and when she’s standing in front of me, I reach up and wrap my hand around the back of her neck. She bends forward, bringing her face to mine, her breathing