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They both lounge on the large sofa placed in the middle while I go to the changing room with the assistant following behind me with the dress. She waits while I remove my jeans and top until I’m in my panties and bra to help me into the dress. The fit is perfect in all the right places and the skirt is lightweight and easy to maneuver.
When I return, Ari and Iris are gossiping and laughing over champagne. I clear my throat and as soon as they see me, they go speechless. With a smile, I give them a twirl and hear their intake of breath.
“I have no words,” cries Ari.
“I would marry you myself.”
“As if Nathan will let you,” I tease Iris.
Setting aside her flute, Iris aims her phone toward me and points her finger before ordering, “Come one, show us those curves.”
“Shake that ass,” hoots Ari, making me laugh.
“This isn’t a strip show, you two.” They continue to chortle, not at all ashamed, and I think the champagne has gone to their heads. “Hey! Click some pictures on my phone too.”
“Why? You wanna send one to your dear husband?”
“Shut up.”
“Send some in the sexy lingerie I saw.” A mischievous glint appears in Iris’s gaze. “Or… there’s always the infamous naked selfies. I bet he’ll come running.”
Yep. She’s definitely drunk.
“Never mind, return my phone.”
She shakes her head and orders me like she’s my personal stylist and shopper, “But seriously, you must try them. Wait, I’ll bring them.”
She’s gone before I can say a word. Her hands are full with different sets and colors, more each daring than the last, and she dumps them all in my arms. Twisting me around, she pushes me in the direction of the changing room while instructing, “Try and take your time. We’ll be here.”
“Yes, your highness,” I mutter, making her and Ari chuckle.
This is the best day ever. Tons of shopping and hanging out with my favorite people. I only wish Rosa were here too. At least she’ll be back for my reception party this Saturday. I can’t believe a month went by so fast and all the arrangements are done. I’m just praying there’ll be no drama, which always seems to be the case when Dash and my parents are in the same room.
After managing to take off my dress all by myself, I rifle through what Iris chose for me and silently curse under my breath. My sneaky friend has selected the most daring lingeries I’ve ever seen. They’re either completely see-through or barely keeping my goods covered. One even has a slit in the panties for easy access. My cheeks flame.
Although, Dash would probably love them.
Before I know it, I’m putting on the red lace set with the secret slit. I might as well be naked but I won’t deny it’s super sexy. Oh well. I might as well buy it. I try on a few more pieces. I also like a sheer purple baby doll but it’s small and my breasts spill out of the cups. So, when I try to remove it, the zipper in the back gets stuck.
“Damn it.” Pulling aside the curtain, I peek outside and shout, “Iris, I need help.”
At the sound of footsteps, I leave the curtain halfway open and face the mirror. Bending down, I’ve just touched my fallen top when a pair of shiny black leather shoes come in my line of sight. With a shocked gasp, I almost tumble forward when they come closer and strong hands grip my waist possessively.
“Need help, kitten?” a husky voice whispers.
Chapter Forty-seven
BIANCA
My stunned gaze collides with Dash’s in the mirror, and I stammer, “Dash.”
A predatory expression darkens his green orbs as they hold mine captive. As if he willed my body with a silent command, wetness gathers in my pussy and I clench to soothe the ache. His fingers flex as my arousal permeates the air while I become impossibly turned on by the sight of the over-six-feet-tall, dark, and handsome man.
My husband.
My kryptonite.
The muscles beneath his suit pull taut like he’s fighting some inner urge. My mind is frayed, lust too heavy at his mere presence, while he sucks all the oxygen out of the small space. He’s impeccably dressed in his posh business suit while I have my tits spilling out of my top and my ass against his slowly hardening cock.
