“Strip. Just like that?” “Scared, Princess?” he asked with a smirk and she knew he didn’t think she’d do it. He was purposely trying to piss her off or scare her into leaving. Not fucking happening. “Fuck you, Jonas,” she said. “Exactly what I have in mind,” he agreed and the wicked gleam in his eyes had her pussy so wet she bet her panties were soaked. Who knew Jonas had such a dominant side? She hadn’t, that was for sure. But, god, he was turning her on. She reached for the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, tossing it to the floor. Jacey undid the snap and zipper on her jeans and shimmied her hips until they slid down enough for her to sit on the side of his bed. She bent to take her sneakers off first, making sure her breasts dangled just right in her bra. Jacey heard him catch his breath and felt smug. Take that, she thought. She took her socks off and then stood to push her jeans down her thighs. When only one foot remained, she kicked the pants in his direction and stood there in her bra and panties.
