Page 22 of Bride


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“More gifts?”

“I expect you to be the part one-hundred percent.” I hand her a pink little bag. “Here.”

She peers inside the Guia La Bruna bag and gasps. “You bought me underwear?” She pulls the black-lace bra and panty set from inside.

“Yes,” her look of outrage is undeniably appealing, “I need my wife in the finest things.”

Her eyes narrow. “Well, I’ll have you know my underwear is just fine.”

“Look, I’m not criticizing your clothing…”

She tosses the bag on the bed. “Well, you are.”

I scrub a hand across my jaw. “That wasn’t my intention…”

Before I can say anything else, she lifts her little black dress and removes it, revealing expanses of golden skin. “You don’t like what I’m wearing? It’s not good enough?”

I step away from her luscious curves before I throw her on the bed and take off the lacy-red bra and panties lucky enough to be on her sexy as fuck body.

“You want to play with fire, Clementine?” I take a seat in the leather club chair next to the bed. “Try it all on for me. Right here.”

“You want me to get dressed in front of you?”

I shrug. “Yes.”

“No way.”

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Her eyes look like they might explode. Her whole face is red, it looks like it might explode too. “Well, you’ve never seen me.”

“Potatoes, pah-ta-toes.”

“I will not get dressed in front of you.”

“Afraid you might turn me on? Afraid you might like it?”

Her breathing comes heavier now. “Careful, Gabriel. You might be the one that gets burned.”

She slides down the red-lace panties, and I inhale a quick burst of air.

“Here.” She flings them at me, and I catch them, putting them in my pocket, acting like seeing her bare pussy doesn’t affect me.

It does.

Clementine grabs the black panties from the tissue paper in the pink bag and slides them up her legs, resting the sheer material on her hips. I have to give her credit, she’s a worthy adversary.

My eyes land on her breasts, swelling from the cups. “Now the question is, are you brave enough to try on the bra?” I meet her liquid gold stare.

Flames shoot from her eyes and she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, sliding one strap down from her shoulder, then the other. She chucks it at me. Fuck. Her rosy nipples are stiff and begging to be sucked. I clench my teeth, ignoring my hard cock.

Clementine twists to retrieve the matching bra and without looking away from me, has it on in two seconds.

Her body is tight as fuck, and I lick my lips, my eyes roaming over her body. I’m not shy about it either. And I don’t have to be.

“Does this turn you on?” she asks with so much confidence it’s sexy.

“Not a bit,” I lie through my teeth.

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