Chapter 273
**Sara**
I padded down the hallway, the click of my heels giving way to silence as I spotted him in the kitchen. His back was turned, and he was focused on uncorking a bottle of wine.
"Seriously? I'm about to give you the show of your life and you're worried about drinks?"
Tom turned, and the cork popped free with a satisfying sound. His jaw dropped, eyes darkening as they traveled from my heels up the length of my legs, lingering where the slit revealed a dangerous amount of thigh.
"Holy fuck." The wine bottle clunked against the counter.
"That's more like it." I spun slowly, letting him see how the dress hugged every curve.
"Sara..." His voice was rough. "You look absolutely incredible."
"Just incredible?" I pouted, running my hands down my sides. "I was hoping for earth-shattering."
He grabbed the wine and glasses, never taking his eyes off me. "Mind-blowing. Devastating. Criminal." Each word dripped with heat as he moved past me toward the living room. "The things I want to do to you in that dress..."
"Such as?" I followed him, making sure to put an extra sway in my hips.
Tom set the wine on the coffee table with shaking hands. "First, I'm going to need a drink. Because you in that dress..." He swallowed hard. "Christ, Sara. You're trying to kill me."
"Not kill." I perched on the arm of his couch, letting the slit fall open to reveal more leg. "Just torture. A little."
His eyes locked onto the exposed skin. "Mission fucking accomplished."
I watched as Tom's eyes traced the line of my exposed leg, his breathing shallow. I shifted, deliberately letting the slit fall open further.
"Are you going to pour that wine or just stare?" I teased.
He blinked, seeming to remember the bottle in his hand. "Right. Wine."
The rich red liquid splashed into the glasses, though his eyes kept darting back to me. I stretched languidly, letting the dress pull tighter across my curves.
"Careful," I warned as wine sloshed dangerously close to the rim. "You're getting distracted."
"Can you blame me?" He handed me a glass, his fingers brushing mine. "You're making it impossible to focus."
I rose from the couch arm, taking my time to walk around behind him. My free hand trailed across his shoulders as I moved. "Am I? I hadn't noticed."
His sharp intake of breath told me otherwise. I settled onto his lap, crossing my legs so the slit revealed an endless expanse of thigh. The silk dress whispered against his pants.
"This dress," I mused, taking a deliberate sip of wine. "It really is something special, isn't it?"
"Special doesn't begin to cover it." His hand found my hip, thumb tracing circles through the fabric.
I set my glass down, shifting to face him better. "You know, since you went to all this trouble to buy it..." I let my fingers walk up his chest. "Maybe you'd like a proper show? See it from every angle?"
Tom's eyes darkened. "Is that even a real question?"
"Mmm, could be." I toyed with his collar. "But I need to hear you say it."
"Sara Parker," he growled, "there isn't a man alive who would say no to that offer."
"Not even a professor of corporate finance?" I teased.
"Especially not him." His grip tightened on my hip. "Show me everything."
I bit my lip, feeling a wicked smile spread across my face. "Oh, you want a show?" I slid off his lap slowly, making sure he got an eyeful of my legs as I stood.
His eyes followed every movement, and I felt a thrill run through me. There was something exhilarating about having this much power over him. I walked to the middle of the living room, the soft rustle of my dress loud in the quiet space.
"Comfortable?" I asked, throwing a glance over my shoulder.
Tom leaned back, one arm stretched across the back of the couch, his eyes dark with anticipation. "More than comfortable."
I gave a little spin, the fabric of my dress flaring out and giving him just a peek of the lace beneath. "Good. Because you're not allowed to move until I say so."
His jaw clenched, but he nodded.
I sauntered over to the stereo and turned on some music, a slow, sultry tune that made my hips sway instinctively. Turning back to him, I began to move to the rhythm, letting the music guide me. My hands slid up my sides, feeling the smooth fabric of the dress.
"Is this what you had in mind?" I teased, running my fingers through my hair and letting it cascade over one shoulder.
"It's a good start," he said, voice rough.
I took a step closer to him, swaying my hips with each step. The slit in my dress opened wider with every movement, revealing more and more skin. His eyes were glued to me, and I reveled in his attention.
"Good," I purred. "Because there's more where that came from."
I turned away from him again and bent slightly at the waist, making sure he had a perfect view of my ass as I pretended to adjust the strap of my shoe. The panties left nothing to the imagination, and I could almost hear his breath catch.
When I straightened up and turned back around, his eyes were blazing with heat. I walked back toward him slowly, dragging one hand up my thigh as I went.
"You like what you see?" I asked innocently.
"You know damn well I do," he replied, shifting slightly on the couch.
I stopped just out of his reach and ran both hands down my body. The dress clung to every curve like a second skin. "Then don't blink," I whispered.
The music swelled around us as I moved again, this time more deliberately. My hands roamed over my body as if exploring for the first time. My fingers traced the neckline of the dress before dipping lower, skimming over where the lace bra peeked out.
Tom's eyes followed every movement hungrily. His knuckles were white where he gripped the edge of the couch.
I gave him another slow spin before dropping into a low squat right in front of him, letting my legs spread just enough for him to see how wet I was getting through those scandalous panties.
His breath hitched audibly this time.
"Patience," I murmured as if soothing a wild animal. "You'll get your reward."
He let out a strangled laugh. "You're going to kill me."
"That's the plan," I shot back with a grin.
I rose from my squat in one fluid motion and stepped closer until our knees almost touched. Then, with agonizing slowness, I climbed onto his lap again, this time facing him directly.
I ground down against him just once, enough to feel how hard he was beneath me, and smirked at his groan of frustration.
"What's wrong?" I asked sweetly. "Too much?"
"Not enough," he growled back through gritted teeth.
I rocked against him again, reveling in his reaction before leaning forward until our lips were inches apart but not quite touching.
"This is only just beginning," I whispered against his mouth.
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