47. Temptation
A ball of nerves was expanding in my chest as I reentered Ace’s room, his final present firmly in my hands.
Ace was waiting for me exactly where I’d left him, sitting on the edge of his bed, only he was wearing
jeans now.
His upper half was still bare… I thought the pants would make things less distracting for me but I was wrong. He looked even better!
Like a sexy farmer or cowboy who’d just come back from working the fields.
“You keep looking at me like that, and we’re not going to get around to opening up your little present,”
Ace growled.
Maybe that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
I scoffed through my embarrassment. I must have blacked out there for a second.
“Your head is getting too big. I wasn’t looking at you in any sort of way.”
Ace raised a dark eyebrow at me. “If you say so.” He held one hand out, gesturing for me to give the gift to him.
I swallowed and closed the distance between us. “Here.” I thrust the red box at him.
Ace took it with the cockiest smirk I had ever seen plastered on his face.
I turned on my heel and quickly made my way to the door.
“Hold on, where do you think you’re going?” Ace called after me.
I stopped in the doorway and turned back to look at him. “I don’t want to be here when you open that one.”
Ace shook his head. He patted the spot next to him on the bed and scooted over.
“Nuh-uh. Absolutely not. Sit your ass down. Don’t you want to see my reaction?”
I took another step out of the room. “No, thank you. I don’t feel like being embarrassed. You go ahead and open it, and then you can let me know what you think later. When it’s back in the box.”
Ace cocked his head to the side, his smile only growing, and I realized I was only causing him to be more curious about the gift.
I, on the other hand, wished I’d never bought the damn thing in the first place.
“I would never do anything to embarrass you, Doe. You know that. I’m sure I’m going to love whatever it is. Anything that comes from you is already perfect to me.
Now, get your cute butt over here.”
I remained on my spot in the doorway. Ace set the present down next to him and stood, looking at me
with a dark sparkle in his eyes.
I immediately knew what he was up to.
Ever since we were little, Ace had always loved it when I ran from him. He liked to chase after me, hunt me down, and pin me beneath him when he finally caught me, keeping me still until I relented.
I’d never admit it but I loved it when he chased me too. Even though I pretended to be annoyed, I enjoyed how he grabbed my waist, pressed against me, and growled playfully in my ear with victory.
How he held my wrists above my head and tickled me until I finally gave in.
I craved being in his dominant hold, all while knowing I was perfectly safe. It made me feel loved and protected at once.
But it was not the time for a playful chase. It was time to get as far away from him as possible to avoid
having to watch him open my present.
I squeaked and ran out of the room.
Of course, I should have known better. I barely made it two steps down the hall before Ace was behind me, wrapping his huge arms around my waist and tugging me against him.
“I don’t think so,” he said in my ear with a chuckle. ur little present,”
He effortlessly spun me around and pinned me against the wall, careful not to hurt my shoulder. I didn’t bother struggling. I knew there was no point.
Ace growled in approval of my surrender and kissed my forehead lovingly. “Good girl.” Then he picked me up, positioning his hands beneath my ass, and carried me back to his room.
After laying me down on his bed, he crawled on top of me and sat down so he was straddling my hips, ensuring I couldn’t wriggle away from him.
I huffed in annoyance but felt my cheeks warming when that familiar yet unwelcome throbbing sensation started up between my legs.
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 planAce was behind
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 growlingshoulder. I didn’t 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. y see-through and This wasn’t thought out or planned. We had the rest of our lives to have spontaneous, unplanned
hookups. lack, strappy, and 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 ~after~ we’ve celebrated your eighteenth birthday the proper way…”
I caught his ear lobe between my lips.
“…I might consider coming back here with you to give you a little fashion show.”
Ace’s muscles were so tense, his jaw clenched so tightly, that I was surprised he didn’t burst a blood vessel.
After a few seconds of silence, he nipped at my neck once more as if to tide himself over, then answered me. “Which restaurant?”
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 ~after~ we’ve celebrated your eighteenth birthday the proper way…”
I caught his ear lobe between my lips.
“…I might consider coming back here with you to give you a little fashion show.”
Ace’s muscles were so tense, his jaw clenched so tightly, that I was surprised he didn’t burst a blood vessel.
After a few seconds of silence, he nipped at my neck once more as if to tide himself over, then answered me. “Which restaurant?”
