Pleasing Mr Sloan [18+]

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 14 

"What the hell?" she asked the otherwise vacant room.

Homework done, she'd gone to put her books away only to find it not how she left it. Her eyes darted around the room, eyes widening on an open macbook on the desk. Shuffling towards it, a profile picture of herself stared up at her from the lock screen. It was one Sloan had taken and she gulped as she stared at her desire filled eyes. He'd just fucked her and insisted she looked so beautiful he had to capture it. Had he bought her a laptop? A Macbook at that? She could have sworn they were stupidly expensive. Her hands hovered over the keyboard but she drew back before she touched it. It was too much. He'd spent too much. She nibbled her lip in concern. Hopefully he would be able to return it. After he'd removed that picture. She wasn't sure anyone else should see that face. Secretly hoping it was the only surprise, she grimaced when she found that her battered suitcase was nowhere in sight. Maybe he had just hung her clothes for her? She thought but she doubted it. He'd already told her about getting some new clothes before moving in was even on the cards. Tiptoeing hesitantly towards the wardrobe she had yet to use, she gasped as it popped open with barely any effort. It was full. Colour and texture of all descriptions blinded her and she froze, unable to move. Sloan, what have you done? She moaned in her head.

Hands curled around her waist making her jump.

"Shush, it's just me, baby."

Her heart thudded in her chest and he inhaled deeply at her neck.

"I got worried when you didn't come back down," he murmured, placing a single soft kiss against her thudding carotid. "You okay, baby?" He persisted when she remained silent.

She twisted in his hold, so she could look at him. "You spent way too much," Candice said softly, and he laughed, glad it wasn't anything more serious. He didn't miss how she recoiled slightly and felt guilty instantly.

"I'm sorry for laughing, baby," he whispered and pecked her lightly on the lips. "I was just glad you weren't hurt or something. I was worried." He added and watched as her eyes softened. "I wanted to give you these things. It makes me happy," he persisted when she seemed uncertain. Running his nose along hers, he smiled as she relaxed in his hold somewhat.

"If you don't like anything, I'll take it back, no problem," he added, rubbing her back with one hand and the other dropped to massage her ass. He held in a grin as her body responded to his touch. "How about...," nibbling behind her ear, "later...when Theo is in bed...you do a fashion show just for me," he purred into her ear. She gasped and then melted against him. He was already waiting and scooped her weight easily into his hands.

"How many outfits do you think you'll make it through?" she asked teasingly, knowing that her own withstraint was hardly any better.

He laughed, glad she didn't seem as upset. "I'll try and make ten," he professed.

"Ten, really?" She giggled. Fat chance that was happening if he was watching her change as well.

"Fine, more like three," he said in gleeful resignation.

"I don't think you could manage even one," she said lightly, feeling him press against her. Both his hands dropped to her ass, manipulating it so she rocked against him.

"Probably, baby. You are way too irresistible. I'll try though. I want to see what you look like. I'm excited-"

"I can tell," she moaned as she rubbed herself against his thigh, his erection trapped for once.

He stared down at her with a glare but couldn't hold it and it broke into a grin. "I'm excited," he started again deliberately, "to see my woman in clothes I bought for her."