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Swallowing back an unfamiliar swell of emotion. she stared at the garment in her hands.
“What’s happening to me? Fuck. Do I want him? Really want him? And not just for a night…”
Though confused, she decided to see the night ahead as an opportunity to finally experience things she feared, but had wondered about. Slipping out of the robe, she placed the black corset around her waist. Sucking in her stomach and sliding the zipper slowly up the front, the garment hugged her waist, then her ribcage. She loved the feeling, and was surprised how well the garment fit, then shook her head, knowing Marco Moretti would have left nothing to chance.
The garters hung seductively against her thighs waiting for the stockings. Thinking fishnet stockings were cheesy, she lifted them from the packet, only to find the fabric was soft and thin, not the coarse netting material she’d expected. Worried she’d poke a hole in them, she carefully gathered the first stocking in her hands, inserted her foot, then rolled it up her leg and fastened it in place. The sensuous, silky material softly tantalized her flesh in stark contrast to the tight, confining corset, but the two joined together to create a highly erotic sensation. Her hands almost trembling, she cautiously repeated the procedure with the second stocking, then headed to the sports bag on the chair by the window to find her high heels.
Retrieving the black, glossy stilettos, she perched on the edge of the seat cushion to put them on, but as she slipped her feet in the sexy high heels, her heart began to race. Taking a moment to settle herself down, she walked to the full-length mirror against the far wall. She loved the feel of the salacious, sexy lingerie as she moved, and when she stared at her reflection, she loved how it looked even more.
But something was missing.
Realizing it was the collar, she walked back to the bed.
She picked it up, then paused, realizing she should apply her makeup and style her hair first. Wishing she’d taken care of both before dressing, she removed the shoes, fetched her cosmetics pouch from the sports bag, and hurried into the bathroom.
* * *
Sipping an expensive cognac in his den, Marco had been keeping his eye on the bedroom when he’d been overcome by a sudden impulse to watch Steph dress in person.
It was anotherfirstworthy of his presence, not a televised image.
Striding hastily down the hall, he’d cracked open the door and peered inside, catching sight of her just as she’d perched on the edge of the bed with the corset in her hands. Waiting for her to drop her bathrobe and place it around her waist, he hadn’t been prepared for her heartfelt, murmured confession.
“What’s happening to me? Fuck. Do I want him? Really want him? And not just for a night…”
He’d caught his breath and jerked his head back, then stepped away to process the deeply personal, intimate moment he’d just witnessed.
It was no surprise her heart had followed his seduction. On the contrary, he’d been expecting her feelings for him to evolve. The trappings of his ill-gotten gains and his seemingly dangerous lifestyle were a lure certain women found irresistible. But the tone of Steph’s voice… the expression on her face… her confession had been sincere.
It was a thin tightrope.
He wanted her enamored, but not so crazy about him she’d end up being even more troublesome.
Heavy rain caught his attention.
It wasn’t torrential, but it wasn’t a simple shower either. Though the thought of driving down the mountain in bad weather didn’t appeal to him, the trip into town had to be made. Deciding to hurry things along, he knocked on the bedroom door, then walked in. She was attempting to secure the collar around her neck.
“You look fabulous, Steph,” he said approvingly as she darted her head up. “I’ll do that.”
“I’m not sure how tight it should be.”
“Snug. Too loose and it moves, and that’s not good,” he replied, stepping behind her. “Turn around and lift up your hair. You’ll have to pull it up in a ponytail when we reach the club. Long loose hair can cause problems.”
“Should I do it now?” she asked as he adjusted the fit and secured the buckle.
“I don’t want to take the time. If there’s—”
A sudden boom exploded over their heads, and a blinding white light splashed through the room. Letting out a terrified squeal, Steph spun around and fell into his body.
“Hey, it’s just lightning,” he murmured, shocked to find her trembling against him.
“But it sounded like an explosion,” she whispered, her fingers still curled around his sweater. “Are you sure? It was so loud.”
“Yeah, I’m sure,” he said with a grin. “Storms can be pretty violent up here.”
“S-sorry,” she muttered, pulling back and staring at him sheepishly. “I’ve never heard anything like that.”
As her frightened eyes gazed into his, he found himself wanting to wrap her up, guide her to the bed, and postpone the trip into town until the following morning.
