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I bit my lip to keep from laughing as Jake turned to me with a giant, proud grin. “One of the most crucial items every backpacker carries with them. Fixes anything.”
He stood the form back up on the stand again. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that my model ceased being an industry size two about fifteen layers of tape earlier.
“Thank you,” I said through the giggles that finally burst forth. “I think I might try my hand at designing for the plus-sized model now, just for fun.”
Jake’s face fell as he turned back to his masterpiece.
“Shit, Oz. I’m sorry. I ruined it.”
I walked around and lowered myself until I was straddling his lap on the floor. “The laugh made it worthwhile. And believe me, that bitch was broken before you arrived. It’s okay.”
As I spoke, Jake’s eyes traveled from my eyes to my lips and back again, turning hungrier and hungrier by the minute. His pink tongue came out to lick his lips and I discovered they looked like plump cherries from close up.
“Plus, I have an idea for how you can pay me back,” I whispered before leaning in to take a bite.
Chapter 16
Jake
The next time Oz mentioned payback, I needed to remember not to assume it included sexy times. Shortly after the sexiest make-out session in the world, he stood up and told me what the payback really was.
And that’s how I ended up standing in his living room wearing half of a couture evening gown four hours later.
“I don’t think I’m the ideal candidate to wear this,” I grumbled.
Oz’s blue eyes were shining with mirth. I narrowed mine at him, even though he was goddamned adorable.
“But you look divine, darling,” he gushed dramatically. “All the rage. This season we’re going for a very masc look with our models.”
“What does ‘couture’ even mean?” I asked. “Is that just another word for fancy and expensive?”
“Handcrafted and very high-end. They are pieces almost exclusively made for the runway rather than ready-to-wear commercial sales. It’s a great way to go into exquisite detail on a show piece especially. It means tons of detail work done by hand and custom fitting,” Oz explained. “If you were to have the design manufactured, you’d have to change the specs and downgrade it, so to speak.”
I ran my hands across the smooth fabric of the skirt folds. It wasn’t closed in the back, rather, it was held together with a scrap of fabric tied around my waist. Once he’d begun draping on the duct-taped form, he’d quickly assessed it was truly bigger than I was around the waist and hips. That’s all it had taken for him to put me to work as his stand-in dress form.
I twisted a little to watch the fabric move. “I like this fabric. It’s funky. Not what I would have guessed for an evening gown,” I said, unable to keep my fingers off it.
Oz knelt in front of me while he adjusted one of the folds with a pin taken from between his lips. “Suiting fabric. Not something a gown is typically made with, but it’s Armani. That’s why it feels so good to the touch. That’s called a fabric with a ‘good hand.’ I should hope it feels good, anyway. At almost forty bucks a yard, it better.”
He brushed non-existent lint off the skirt, deliberately brushing my hungry cock with the move.
I growled at him. “I got a good hand right here. Let me show you.”
Oz’s eyes twinkled as he leaned forward and snaked his slender fingers under the skirt to my bare legs below. His warm, smooth touch ran up the backs of my legs, and his face leaned farther in to nuzzle the tent in the front of the skirt.
“Is it wrong that you in a gown is doing all kinds of things to my dick?” he mumbled into the expensive fabric.
“Sweetheart, if you want to keep this fabric from being covered in special sauce, you’d better get it off me right now,” I warned, getting even harder at the sound of my own desperation. My heart was thundering in my chest at the sight of Oz on his knees with his face in my crotch.
His arms came around my waist to undo the fabric ties and he pulled the contraption off, laying it carefully on a nearby chair before coming back to wrap his arms around my waist again. I leaned down to take his lips with mine.
“Mm, better,” I breathed into the kiss.
We toyed with each other’s mouths and tongues until both of us were having trouble dragging in enough air. Oz was rocking his hips into me, and I held on tightly to the firm globes of his delicious ass.
“Tell me what you want,” I whispered before moving to kiss below his ear. He shivered and moaned a little before answering.
