Savanna’s POV

“Strip,” Kaden 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. This was a dress I borrowed from Hariette. I mentally noted to buy more dresses if Gray would always ...