MC ROMANCE: Road to his Heart (Motorcycle Romance Mafia Crime Gang Romance) (Suspense Motorcycle Rich Boss Crime Short Stories) by Alexandra Stone

when he wanted with anyone he wanted.
    “Shall we go ahead and get started maybe?” I asked.
    He sighed and in his posh British accent said, “Okay Ms…?
    “Alice. Call me Alice, please.”
    He laughed, “Very well, Alice. That is a very pretty name. I like it a lot.”
    The way he said my name made me feel like he had just turned my name into a sexual body part. It was hot. I needed to distract myself so I got to work. I pulled the suits and tuxedo off the wooden pole on the wall and began to set them up for him to try on.
    “The suit and tuxedo are ready, if you want to try them on then I will see the fit, please,” I said.
    He looked at me as he started to remove his black blazer and then said, “I’ll try on the tuxedo first.”
    I should have moved to hand him the tuxedo but I was frozen watching him undress. He was so hot. I didn’t realize that I was just standing there with my mouth open.
    He cleared his throat, which caught my attention, and then he looked at me and grinned. I looked away, feeling very embarrassed for getting caught.
    “I’ll just go to the next room. Let me know when you are dressed,” I said.
    “No need, I will need your help,” he said as he continued to strip off his clothes.
    “I will put it in the changing room,” I said as I grabbed it off the rack.
    I should have made him stop. I should have said it was unprofessional. I wanted too, but I watched him undress instead. His green eyes and his sideways smile were on me the entire time he stripped. He was teasing me and it was working. I was very aroused and my breathing grew faster. My nipples were hard and erect. Then he stopped and leaned over me very close. Holy shit! He was going to kiss me. I closed my eyes like a fool, and then he said, “I am ready.”
    I opened my eyes to see him smiling at me with a mischievous grin and his arms out to his side. He was waiting for me to put his tuxedo on him.
    “Oh!” I said. Shit. Right I was here to do a job, I forgot. I went to work and began to get the pieces off the hanger and put them on him. First, I handed him his pants because having him just in his boxer shorts and tight white undershirt was too distracting. He pulled them on slowly and grinned at me the whole time. This was complete torture. Then I helped him with the button up white dress shirt that was stiff and perfect. He left it unbuttoned and looked at me. Unbelievable! He wanted me to button it for him. I moved in close and buttoned it from the top down to the bottom leaving a few buttons unbuttoned so that he could tuck it in. He grabbed the bottom of the shirt and stuffed it down his pants with a low moan. My eyes grew wide with amazement. I couldn’t believe he was fondling himself right in front of me! Actually, I could. He was an arrogant and self-assured sexual man. It was obvious. I was turned on more and more every second. I walked away from him and grabbed the bow tie. Since he was so tall I had to move in very close to him and get on my tiptoes to reach the collar of his shirt.
    “You smell delicious,” he said.
    I wanted to say thank you but he was too close to me. I couldn’t say anything. I just looked up at him through my long dark lashes. I tied the bow tie around his neck and then I moved away as quickly as I could. Next was the jacket. I grabbed it and slipped it on him. Then he stepped back and looked at himself very admiringly in the mirror. My, he was cocky, but damn he did look good. A sigh, escaped my mouth. Then I felt stupid. He turned to me and said, “Does that mean you like it?”
    “I think it fits you very well,” was all I said but I wanted to tell him it was the sexiest sight I had ever seen. The ego on this man was bigger than I had imagined so I said nothing. Then he picked up his arms again motioning that he wanted me to take it off of him. I sighed in disbelief and then I did his bidding. I slowly peeled his clothes off of him while trying not to imagine that we were in bed