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Brooke walked out in a black dress with a V-neck. It was body skimming, but not that snug. But the cleavage was front and center, her tits pushed up in whatever bra she was wearing.
I tried my hardest to ignore how her body looked and focused on the actual dress itself. After staring a touch too long, I understood where she was coming from. It was slightly casual.
“I agree,” I finally said, meeting her eye. Her cheeks were flushed. “It looks great, but something more formal would be better.”
“Okay. I’ll try on the second one.” She grabbed the second dress and disappeared into the bathroom again.
I sagged back into the seats, regaining my strength to face her again. She came out sooner than I thought, holding onto one of the straps.
“I can’t reach the zipper on this. Could you help me?” she asked.
“Of course.” I stood up, setting the pillow aside.
She turned her back to me, and my cock hardened so quickly that it nearly hurt. The back was open down to just above her ass, her smooth back exposed. The strap of her bra was black lace.
I tried not to touch her as much as I absolutely had to, taking the zipper and some of the fabric of the dress between my fingers. I pulled the zipper up to the top, the fabric molding to her hips and small waist. She stepped forward once it was zipped up and faced me.
This dress was much more formal, the neckline higher, but the shape much tighter. Her silhouette was a perfect hourglass.
“Looks great,” I said, my mouth dry. “Do you like it?”
“I think I do.” She tucked her dark brown waves behind her ear, looking up at me with a shy, curious look.
I was being absurdly obvious, wasn’t I? But she wasn’t putting out signals that she was against it. If anything, I was getting curious vibes from every brief look she shot me through her lashes. “Maybe I’ll try it on with shoes and jewelry.”
I pulled out a velvet box with a necklace inside and helped her put it on. It was simple, a gold chain with a circular pendant on it. She lifted her hair so I could clasp it, the floral scent of her hair washing over me. I wanted to kiss the back of her neck, wrap my arms around her, and cup her tits. I stepped back instead.
She plucked a pair of heels from the box and slipped her feet into them, bending over to get the ankle strap closed.
“Sorry, can I get some help with the ankle strap?” she asked, hobbling forward.
“Sure. Sit down.” I gestured for her to sit down where I had been and kneeled. She held her foot out for me, and I did the delicate clasp of her right shoe. She gave me her left one, which was more difficult, for some reason. I had to touch her more than I’d initially planned for. How was her delicate ankle in my hand turning me on this much?
Maybe it was the softness of her skin and the fact that, if I moved her leg just a little, I’d see up her dress. Had she gotten new panties as well?
I cleared my throat and did the buckle, sitting back on my heels. I looked down at her feet. The position was dangerously close to how I was before I ate a woman out. On my knees, mentally trying to keep my dick under control while rapidly losing the fight.
“Thank you,” she stammered.
“It’s no problem.” I looked up into her eyes.
It was like someone dropped a lit match onto a puddle of gasoline. One second, I was admiring her shoes, and the next, we were all over each other. She was up higher than me from her spot on the couch, and I pulled her down toward me, capturing her lips.
Was I fucking up her lipstick? I didn’t care if it ended up all over my face and neck. All I wanted was her. All of her. I wasn’t sure how long we kissed, but it felt like both an eon and a split second. I was dangerously close to pushing her back, hiking up her dress, and burying my face between her thighs. We’d barely started. I needed to calm down.
But she lifted the bottom of her dress, revealing inch after inch of creamy thigh, giving me another one of those shy-but-sexy looks of hers. The green of her eyes was electric, hypnotizing me.
“Fuck, Brooke,” I said. “You have no idea what I want to do to you right now.”
“Why don’t you tell me, then?”
I rested my hands on her knees. “I’m not sure you’re ready to hear it.”
“I’m ready,” she said, her voice soft. “Why don’t you show me if you can’t talk about it?”
I groaned, closing my eyes. I was already here. As much as I shouldn’t have, how was I supposed to resist her when she wanted to know what I was fantasizing about? I didn’t give a shit that I was her boss at that moment, or that we’d barely gotten to know each other again after ten years.
I wanted to taste her. That was my only goal in life at that moment.
