Samantha’s POV
“Strip,” Caleb growled. “Take your dress off. Now.”
I gave him a cynical look, putting my hands on each of his shoulders as I froze sitting on his lap.
“I was a good boy,” he smirked, raising his hands. “I haven’t touched you. Come on baby, I know I deserve a treat.”
“Just the dress,” I bargained, going back to grinding on him.
“Okay,” he nodded, taking his eyes away from mine and raking them down my body.
I smirked seductively and turned my body on him so that he was now looking at my back. I looked over my shoulder and winked at him.
“Would you mind helping me with the zipper?” I asked as I ground myself harder on his bulge.
Caleb leaned in and I felt his fingers on the small zipper of my dress and he started pulling it down very slowly, revealing my bareback. I gasped when I felt his fingertips graze over the skin at the back of my neck, making the tiny hairs stand up.