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You can do this. No big deal. I could try them on for a minute, take them back off, and—
Whoa. Sliding them up my legs made my dick jump. I’d always liked slippery and silky things, but this was next level. And damn, they made me feel woozy like I’d had four shots of top-shelf tequila. They hugged me exactly right, and even my half-hard dick fit perfectly. They cupped my ass like a lover’s hand, and the elastic was the ideal pressure against my skin, which could be picky about such things. The lighting in the bathroom was for shit though. Needing to see them in the full-length mirror by the closet, I padded into the bedroom.
Yup. That was better. I turned this way and that. I looked as good as I felt. Like one of those mannequins, all my working out paid off in defined muscles. I hadn’t bothered putting my prosthesis back on, but if I angled myself in certain ways, I barely noticed. Didn’t notice the scars on my right ribs and hip either. The panties took center stage. The way they framed my package made it look twice as big.
“Nice,” I told the mirror.
“Wow.” Somehow, I’d missed the key in the lock. Instead, Malik’s voice sounded from the doorway right as a rush of cold air hit my bare back. “Sorry. I meant to stay gone longer. It’s damn nippy out and…” Exhaling hard, he paused, gaze roving over me, so hot and urgent it was almost palpable. His voice was like a caress, husky and awed. “You look incredible. But I should leave you to—”
“Stay.” My voice was surprisingly sure, like perhaps I’d wanted him to discover me, another secret desire uncovered. But with each new discovery about myself, I was a little less freaked out. And in a way, wanting Malik to see felt as natural as breathing. He’d empowered me to pick them out, giving me the courage to see other hidden parts of myself. Of course I’d want him to see me like this. “I want you to stay.”
“Yeah?” Removing his coat and shoes, Malik went to sit on the edge of his bed. He’d worn a nice shirt for our trip into Denver, light blue with little white buttons, and all day, the look had reminded me of Valentine’s and how good he looked dressed up. He took a minute to roll up his cuffs, undoubtedly giving me space to decide to kick him out. But when I didn’t, he slowly smiled. “How about you come here so I can take a better look?”
“Okay.” I strode to him on far more confident legs than I thought possible. Slowly, like I was walking a runway at some fashion show. Ignoring the flutter in my stomach, I spun on my heel, and he rewarded my bravery with a low hiss. “You like?”
I stood in front of him, stepping closer still when he spread his legs wide.
“Fuck. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Thanks.” My skin heated, but at that moment, I believed him. I felt sexy, electric. Alive. For once, I wasn’t obsessed with my arm or its absence. My ass was the thing on display, and I knew damn well it looked amazing. Wanting another of those sexy sounds of Malik’s, I turned three hundred and sixty degrees again, this time so close I brushed his chest.
“You’re killing me.” He whistled low. “And making me want to buy out that store.”
“Me too.” I laughed giddily.
“Can I touch?” His voice had so much reverence I expected to hear church bells.
“Please.” I breathed out shakily as he skimmed his hands down my sides and then over the back of the panties
“Damn. You have the most perfect ass.” He squeezed me firmly.
As much as I loved the praise, I felt honor-bound to protest. “It’s too round for a dude.”
“Says who?” Malik scoffed like I’d known he would. “Don’t make me swat that perfect ass of yours for insulting yourself again.”
“That doesn’t necessarily sound like punishment.” My glutes contracted on their own, my thighs also flexing, my brain only too happy to remember Malik’s mention of a kink club in the car. Some people did stuff like that for fun, right? I hoped so, at least, because right then, spanking sounded like a damn fine idea. “You did warn me.”
“I did.” Holding my gaze, he drew back his hand, giving me ample chance to call off my unspoken dare.
But I didn’t.
Crack. His palm met the meat of my ass, firm and a little stingy but nowhere near as hard as a big dude like him could. And despite him going so light, my dick still throbbed, every nerve ending crackling with lust. I liked it. A lot. Liked the sensation—especially in the panties—liked his strength, liked being able to goad him into this, the power I had over him.
