Seducing My Guardian (A Touch of Taboo) by Katee Robert (story books to read .txt) 📕

would be an excellent reason to be relieved he’s out of my life. Instead, every moment feels like a gift that I’ll cherish forever.

It’s going to hurt so much when this is over.

Chapter 15

After a power nap I didn’t mean to take, it’s time for another clothing change. At this rate, I’m going to be wearing my coat and nothing else home, but it’s more than worth it. I pull on the bra and panties I skipped the last time we fucked and head back into the bedroom. Devan’s sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for me, and the look on his face when he registers what I’m wearing is more than reward enough for the clothing choice.

“Look at you, all dressed up, just for me.”

“Do you like it?” I do a slow spin. Obviously he does, but my heart still lodges in my throat while I wait for his answer.

Finally, Devan leans forward and props his elbows on his knees. “You trying to provoke me, birthday girl?”

I have to fight to keep from squirming. This is what I need; to focus on the here and now and not what comes later. This man can keep me grounded…at least until it’s time to let me go forever. I try for a smile. “Maybe a little.”

“Though so.” He motions me closer. “Get over here and let me look at you properly.”

I cross to him on suddenly unsteady legs and set my hand in his. Devan tugs me closer yet, situating me between his thighs. He eyes me. “This shit is expensive.”

“It’s designer. One of a kind, and custom made for me.”

“Bill me.”

I barely register the words before he takes the lace edge of my bra and rips the cup completely off. I stare in shock. “What are you doing?”

“I like the framework. Don’t like you hiding from me.” He repeats the process with the second one. Without the cups, my breasts are still lifted up by the underwire a bit, but completely exposed. He sets his teeth into the curve of my left breast. “Better.”

“Devan—” I have to swallow hard and try again. “Devan, this bra costs an absurd amount of money. I’ve never even worn it before.”

“Bill me,” he repeats.

While I’m still processing what just happened, he reaches between my thighs and palms my pussy. “I won’t lie, I like touching you like this. Like the thought of you in a short little skirt with these tease of panties on, just waiting for my hand to make you feel good.” He tugs the fabric to the side. “I like thinking about doing this while we’re out to brunch. No one has to know that I’ve got two fingers deep inside you while you’re eating those pancakes you like so much. No one has to know that you’re about to come all over my palm as you drink one of those fucking fruity brunch drinks.”

“Mimosas,” I gasp.

“Yeah. Mimosas.”

I weave on my feet and have to grab his shoulders. I like what he’s describing. I crave it. It’s really too damn bad it’s never going to happen. “I think you have a panty fetish.”

“Only for you.” He hooks his fingers around the center of them and tugs them down my thighs. “But I want unfettered access to your sweet pussy for the rest of the evening, so these have to go.”

“I’m not going to argue with that.”

“Good, because you don’t have a choice.” He finishes removing my panties and slides them into his pocket. “I’m keeping these.”

“Like I said—panty fetish.” Something strange and uncomfortable takes up residence in my throat. Something that feels a whole lot like jealousy. “I bet you have a whole drawer of them back at your place.”

Devan leans back and looks at me. I can’t read the expression on his face. “That street goes both ways. You’re just packing a spare set of designer lingerie around?” He shakes his head. “Seems like you were planning to leave this hotel room and jump right into bed with your next partner.”

I don’t know if we’re playing or not. I honestly can’t tell. This feels all too real in a way that I don’t know how to deal with. Is he jealous of the thought of me with other people? Or is he just playing into what he thinks is a fantasy? If I was braver, I’d ask.

I’m not brave. No matter what I project to the world, I’m a fucking coward at heart.

“And what if I am?” The words are out before I can think better of them or call them back. I’ve gone too far to change my mind now. I’m too stubborn to admit I don’t know if I want to go down this path. The other fantasies were close to the truth, yes, but those events already happened differently. Rewriting them is safe, in a way. The stakes are so much lower.

Playing out a fantasy set in the here and now?

That’s something else altogether.

Maybe we should just stick to the birthday plan. I have the body paint ready to go. It would be so much safer to put on the brakes and guide us back to those scenarios.

Devan runs his knuckles up and down my hips before I can decide if I want to suggest it. “What if you’re planning on leaving this hotel room and jumping into bed with someone else.”

It’s not quite a question, but I nod. “Yes. What then?”

He frowns, a tightness working its way into his jaw and shoulders. Those dark eyes search my face, and I have the uncomfortable feeling that he’s seeing right through me. Finally, he shakes his head slowly. “You’re taunting me.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s not true.”

God, why did I say that?

Why can’t I keep from snapping at him like a creature with its leg caught in a trap? We only have so much time. Surely I can keep myself from ruining it? I have to.

“You’re taunting me,” he repeats. He takes my hips, the tiniest