I walk out of the store barely able to hold all of my shopping bags.
Then I realize how late it is and that I’ve been gone for almost the entire day.
“Girls, this has been absolutely amazing, but I really need to get back to the twins. Poor Simon has been looking after them all day.”
Raya scoffs and waves her hand in dismissal. “It’s his turn, isn’t it? You’ve been on duty for five years,” she winks at me.
So, we have a cocktail, and only then do they let me call the driver and head home.
Simon is waiting in the living room. It’s already dark outside when I walk in, and as soon as I see him waiting there, drink in hand, I freeze with guilt.
“I’m so sorry I took all day. I didn’t plan to it just happened. I got so caught up in it, and I was having so much fun and …” I look down to follow his eyes that are brushing over the multitude of bags in my hands.
“I um, I um…” I stammer, my cheeks heating as I wish I could duck behind the sofa and hide.
“You look like you had a blast,” he grins.
I tilt my head to the side, shocked at his response. There isn’t even a flicker of anger in his voice.
“You’re not mad?” I stammer.
“Why in the world would I be mad? Show me what you got. Did you find colorful things?”
I grin with excitement, eager to show someone all my new things.
I sit down on the sofa next to him, surrounded by the shopping bags.
The first thing I take out is my favorite item. The green dress.
His eyes grow wide as he runs his fingers over the glittering sequins. “Wow,” he murmurs. “I am going to have to book us for dinner at Le’Frangelique so I can show you off in this,” he says quietly.
I bite my lip, noticing the growl in his voice.
“What else?” He straightens, pulling himself together. I take my time showing him each top, each pair of pants, each dress… until all that is left are the two bags of lingerie, which I don’t dare open.
“What about those?” he asks.
“Oh, um, it’s, um…”
He is already leaning over to pull them closer to himself. He dups his hand into the bag and pulls out the black lace. Something so small and skimpy and so fucking sexy that seeingit in his hand makes my body flood with heat and pussy throb instantly.
I swallow hard, biting my lip and not saying anything.
His fingers rub together with the lace between them. His jaw sets firmly, and his eyes slowly drift from the lingerie to me.
“Is it too late to ask you to model the items?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper, but so deep and commanding that it makes my heart skip a beat.
My body is screaming because of the way he is looking at me. Every fiber of my being wants to crawl onto his lap and straddle him. He cocks his head to the side, a dark smile spreading over his lips.
“Who is this for, Selene?” he asks.
“It’s um, it’s for me. So, I can feel pretty,” I stammer, barely able to speak.
“Just… for you?” he says slowly, still toying with the delicate piece in his hand.
I nod, but even as I do, I can see it’s without conviction.
He growls, low and dangerous as he drops the lace item onto his lap and lifts his hand. I don’t even try to stop him as he wraps his fingers around my jaw and pulls me closer to him. His lips are on mine before I process anything.
