Chapter 10

Undressing Marc was a process. His cufflinks had to come off, and then she had to untuck his shirt to finish unbuttoning it. He had nice arms, a little hairy but not a gorilla, and strong shoulders. She took off his shoes, feeling silly kneeling in front of him, and then his socks which were an annoyingly silly pair with little karate-kicking figures embroidered into them.

She stood back up and looked him in the eye as she quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of its loops, then undid his pants and let them drop down his legs. She hesitated at his briefs, her fingers just grazing their elastic waist, as she glared up into his eyes.

Damn you, she thought at him. Damn you for making me want this somehow.

She dropped to her knees again, pulling his briefs with her, and tried to ignore his cock as she got them and his pants off his legs. She stood back up, folded the clothes, and set them with the rest on the kitchen island. She didn’t intend to look at it, but a glance down had her lingering.

He had an uncut cock. She’d never been with a guy who wasn’t circumcised. It looked odd to her but also sent a little thrill of want through her to figure it out. It was also a good size.

“Very nice, Detective,” Marc said softly, and Sinead realized she’d been staring and blinked, looking up at him and then over at the egg timer. Almost five minutes gone.

“What now?” she asked.

“Now I think it’s your turn,” Marc said, always with that fucking smile that made her so fucking mad.

“Fine,” she said. She stripped herself, trying to make it as unsexy as possible. She did it quickly, forcing herself not to hesitate. Willing herself to just get it done. She didn’t bother folding her clothes like she had his - she’d done it with his automatically because they were so nice, but her’s were just normal clothes. They would have ended up on the floor of her apartment if she were at home, eventually making it into a clothes hamper in a couple of days.

She was naked. Her tits were out. She wanted to cover herself, to put a hand in front of her to block his view, but that felt like she would be showing him weakness. Like she would be ceding him power in this. So she stood with her fingers curled nervously but her hands at her side as he just looked at her. His eyes travelled all over her, lingering in this way like he was appreciating some statue in a museum or something. It made her skin crawl, but she didn’t think it was from being creeped out. It made her feel ... It felt odd, but it made her feel valued. Like he was appraising her and she was worth something surprising.

He took a moment to step around her and Sinead stiffened a little, but he didn’t touch her. He just kept looking at her. Examining her.

Sinead knew her ass was her best feature. It was firm and tight and she worked to keep it that way, along with her legs. She’d always been a runner. In comparison her tits were small, and depending on the time of the month could be almost non-existent.