Vegeta Sweater Novels & Stories

His grin turned downright feral, he dropped the massive red velvet bag on the floor with a heavy thud and leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed over that broad chest, his jacket falling open even more. “Take the sweater off,” he ordered, his voice calm but thick with command. “Let me see what I’m working with tonight.” Heat rushed over every inch of my skin, I set the wine glass down, grabbed the hem of the sweater, and peeled it up and off in one slow move. Cool air hit my bare tits instantly, my nipples were so hard that they ached. I let the sweater fall to the floor and stood there in nothing but the white thigh-high socks, completely exposed.