Under His Command (Six-Alarm Sexy) by Kristine Cayne Page A

G-string from his forefinger. When he’d spotted the miracle of white pearl-sized metal beads, he’d pounced on it.
    Rickie scowled. “What is it?”
    “A G-string.”
    “Seriously?”
    “Put it on, Mrs. Caldwell,” he said, his tone firm. Unyielding.
    “Here?”
    “Now.” Rickie swiped the G-string from his hand and fiddled with it, trying to figure out how it worked. “Need help?” he asked. It was a real challenge to keep from grinning.
    “No!” she snapped. Fire sparked in her eyes as she stepped into the loops and pulled up the G-string. “Why beads?”
    Taking her arm, he led her in the direction of the Mustang. “You’ll see.”
    He was able to pinpoint the exact moment when she did see. Her step faltered and she gripped his arm, nails digging into his flesh. “Oh!” she gasped, her cheeks flushing a beautiful shade of pink. The same pink as her nipples.
    “You like?”
    Licking her lips, she turned to him. The mix of Madonna and Magdalene in the smile she offered him turned his knees to jelly and his cock to stone.
    Delayed gratification was going to kill him. His lovely wife was going to kill him.
    Kill him with pleasure.

 
     
    Chapter 5
     
     
    Naughty, sinfully delicious sensations coursed through Erica’s body. With each step, with each glide of the beaded G-string, a fresh rush of tingles fanned her arousal. The knowing grin on Jamie’s handsome face made her want to jump in his arms and beg him to take her, to plunge deep inside her, to ease the ache building between her thighs.
    But that wasn’t how this game was played. He would draw this out until she broke. And she would, but not until he was ready to break too.
    They neared the sleek convertible, and ever the gentleman, Jamie opened the passenger door for her. It would almost be a relief not to feel the to-and-fro of the beads against her sensitized flesh for a while.
    As she sank into the deep seat, the extent of her error became clear. The row of beads snuck in, deep and tight against her. Her grip on Jamie’s hand tightened as an orgasm tore through her, startling her with its suddenness. She arched her back, the motion bringing on another long glide, propelling her into a second climax before the first even ebbed. The world, the car, Jamie’s face—everything blurred as her body soared.
    When she finally stopped quivering, she slumped against the seat back and opened her lids, blinking to bring her surroundings into focus. Jamie’s smile and the fire sparkling in his eyes almost stopped her heart. “This is going to be a great day,” he said, closing her door.
    Erica tried to regain her breath while Jamie rounded the hood and sat behind the wheel. “Where”—she swallowed to moisten her dry throat—“where are we going?”
    He turned on the car and opened the roof. “The clerk at the resort recommended this little seafood restaurant in Kaaawa. Sound good?”
    “Wonderful.” She shifted to adjust the seatbelt and winced when a wayward bead dug into her butt. “Am I going to keep this on?”
    “This?”
    She sighed. “The G-string. Do I have to keep it on?”
    “You’ll keep it on until I tell you to take it off.” His words were clipped, like he was commanding his team.
    A thought nailed her to the seat. What if she came in the restaurant? In front of other people? She’d want to die. “Jamie, I—”
    He laid his hand on her thigh and squeezed it lightly. “I said I’d never do anything to embarrass you.”
    “It’s not like I can control this.” She motioned awkwardly toward her middle. Discussing sex had never been comfortable for her.
    “This? You’ll have to be more specific, Mrs. Caldwell.”
    Jamie turned the car onto the two-lane highway and accelerated. The purring of the engine made the metal beads vibrate. She felt as though hundreds of fingers were massaging her at once. “Oh, God,” she said, moaning.
    “I’m glad you think so highly of me. But I’m not God.”
    Damn him . He was