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Why do I find his dominating nature so sexy? This is not the time to be getting turned on.
Ace smirked down at me.
I glared back at him. “You’re a jerk.”
“I love you too,” he responded.
He grabbed the present from the edge of the bed, threw a wink my way, and slowly tugged the bow free. Ace lifted the lid off and pushed the tissue paper out of the way.
My breathing stalled as I waited for his reaction.
He stared down at the lace bra and panty set, matching corset, and thigh-high stockings. The smile slowly faded from his lips, transforming into an expression I couldn’t quite read.
After a few seconds of silence, he hooked a finger into the side of the skimpy G-string thong and lifted it into the air.
The light pink lace was covered with little embroidered flowers. It was also completely see-through and left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Thinking back on it, I could have chosen something a little more sexual—like red or black, strappy, and more revealing—but the pink, flowery one had felt the most like me.
I’d felt confident in it and, when it came down to it, that was all that mattered to me.
Plus, deep down, I knew Ace would be more attracted to me if I wore something that reflected my personality rather than what I thought I should wear based on what I had seen in movies.
Ace exhaled a heavy breath. “Doe… ?Fuck…” His voice was low and husky. “I don’t think this is going to fit me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Well, it’s not exactly for you.”
Ace shook his head. “Oh, no, baby girl, that’s where you’re wrong. This is definitely for me.”
He picked up the bra next, dangling it between us. He clenched his jaw, and his chest started to vibrate with low purrs, reverberating all the way to my stomach.
“I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t this,” Ace told me. “Fuck, Doe.”
He looked between me and the bra as if he were imagining what I would look like in it. Based on his heated expression, it seemed like he liked the image in his head.
I squirmed beneath him as he inspected each of the clothing items. “Do you like it?”
“Do I like it? These might be the sexiest little scraps of fabric I’ve ever seen in my life. And you plan on wearing these for me?”
“That was sort of the plan, yes.”
He squeezed his eyes shut and took in a deep breath, his expression nearly one of pain. The growling noise coming from his chest was getting louder, and it was making liquid seep between my legs.
His eyes flashed open. “Put it on,” he demanded suddenly.
My heart somersaulted in my chest. “What?”
“Put it on,” he repeated. He looked me straight in the eye. His expression was serious.
“Right now?”
He nodded firmly. “Yes. Right now. Immediately.” He put everything back in the box and handed it to me, his movements rushed and strained.
My emotions were all over the place. He wanted me. And I wanted him. I was practically panting with need, shifting my body against him, trying to get closer to his hard length under my crotch.
This could be it. This could be the moment that Ace finally took my virginity—the moment I had been craving nonstop for months now.
All I had to do was to change into this skimpy little lingerie set, and Ace would no doubt take care of the rest.
And yet, something was holding me back. If we did this right now, it wouldn’t be as special.
I had spent so much time imagining my first time with Ace, dreaming about where it would be and what we would be doing in the lead-up to it.
This rushed scenario wasn’t even close to how I had envisioned it.
I was beyond excited for him to take my virginity. Somehow, I knew sex with him would be amazing no matter what, but I also didn’t want it to be rushed or inconsequential.
This wasn’t thought out or planned. We had the rest of our lives to have spontaneous, unplanned hookups.
Ace was too special to me. Our first time had to be special too.
“No,” I said.
Ace’s eyes snapped up. “No?” His expression turned dangerous. His right eye started to twitch.
Oh, boy, he is really on edge.
“I had a plan,” I explained quickly. “You are not going to ruin my plan because you’re impatient.”
His eyes turned a darker shade of blue—the way they always did when he was having a hard time controlling himself. “Explain your plan to me.”
I hesitated. “Well, it was supposed to be a surprise—”
Ace dropped his hands onto my waist and squeezed me roughly. “Explain your plan to me before I lose all semblance of sanity. Please, ?Doe. I’m hanging on by a thread here.
“You can’t give me the world’s most innocent, mouthwatering set of lingerie and not expect me to go mad with every second I don’t get to see you in it.”
My lips ticked up at the corners. I loved the effect I was having on him. “Do you have anything going on tonight?”
“Absolutely not. You are my plans.”
Excitement filled my stomach. “So, I have you all to myself?”
He nodded and leaned down to skim his nose over my jaw. “And I have you all to
~myself~.”
He started trailing open-mouth kisses down my throat until he found the one little spot on my throat and sucked it roughly.
I couldn’t help myself. I arched into his touch, rubbing my sensitive breasts against his chest, my nipples already incredibly hard. An aching heat traveled up my spine.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
I needed to get a hold of myself. If I continued to let him distract me, I would never find the willpower to get out of his bed.
“Sort of,” I explained breathlessly.
Ace stopped, leaned back—thank god— and narrowed his eyes.
“You’ll have me all to yourself if you don’t count all the random strangers in the restaurant we’re going to,” I continued.
I tried an enthusiastic smile when his frown deepened.
“I’m taking you out tonight. Consider it your last birthday gift.”
I tightened my arms around his neck and pulled him down to whisper in his ear.
“And if you behave yourself until after dinner, keeping your hands to yourself until