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Taking a deep breath, I run my hands down the lapels of my blazer before taking it off and draping it over the clothing rack. I kick off my shoes and socks next before removing my skirt and blouse, leaving me in my bra and panties.
I can feel their eyes on me, penetrating every inch of exposed skin. Wetting my dry lips, I reach for the first dress, the white one, and as I organize the material on the floor so it’s easy for me to step into, I feel hands at my waist, making me still.
“Let me help you, Dove.”
Fuck.
Zane’s hands graze over my thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and I have to stifle a groan. When he offers to help, he doesn’t mean with the fabric of the dress; he simply means holding my hips while I do it. I can feel the warmth from his body, but he doesn’t stand close enough for the feel of his pants to brush against my skin.
He’s teasing me, I know it, and I’m a fucking sucker for it.
Stepping into the dress, I rise back up to my full height, pulling the material along with me before slipping my arms into the straps. Zane’s hands stay where they are, his thumb skimming over my skin as he leans in close to whisper in my ear.
“Let me zip you up.”
They’re not sexy words, not one bit, so why the hell do they heat the blood in my veins and leave me dizzy for him?
I’m screwed. This is going to be worse than when I came here with just Creed. He drove me insane as it was, and now, with all four of them here, I know I’m going to be a puddle of need by the time we’re done.
He releases his hold on me and the only sound in the room is that of the zipper as he secures it in place. “Beautiful,” he breathes, and I lift my gaze to look in the floor-length mirror. He’s already watching me, his hands settling back on my waist as he finally steps in close enough for me to feel the thickness of his dick. “What do you guys think?” He tilts his head to look at the others, but I can’t bring myself to move.
“Hot.”
“Stunning.”
“Ridiculously beautiful.”
Damn. I wasn’t prepared for the show of appreciation and compliments. I definitely don’t know how to handle that.
“What do you think, Dove?”
“I think it’s nice, and the loose straps are cute, but I want to try that black one on,” I murmur, barely able to hear my own words over the thunder of my heart in my ears.
It’s a black, sheer material, with tiny rhinestones and crystals scattered across the chest, waist, and hips, covering the important parts, with a sweetheart neckline and no straps. It’s probably more daring than I’m used to, but it looks gorgeous.
“Let’s do it,” he agrees, undoing the zipper for me before dragging the straps down my arms, his fingertips caressing my skin as he does, and a shiver runs down my spine.
When the material pools at my feet, he offers me a hand to step out before using his magic to place the white dress back on the rack. The black one is in his hands a moment later, and this time, he does the honor of laying the material out for me.
With my hand in his, I step into the material, but he grips my hips before I can dip down to get the fabric. Slowly, his fingers trail down my thighs, over my calves, and down to the black dress before he gathers it up and retraces his steps in the opposite direction, sweeping his fingers over my skin and up my body. There are tingles left in his wake and a new level of desperation thrumming through me, but I manage to restrain myself somehow. For now.
I hold the neckline in place once he’s got it fully lifted so he can secure the zipper, and when I glance in the mirror, a thrill of excitement rushes through me. I already know I love this. Zane has the zipper halfway up when he pauses, glancing at me in the mirror with a thoughtful look on his face.
“What?”
“Take your bra off. See it without the straps.” It’s not a question, or even an order, but a beat later, he flicks the clasp and the straps of my bra fall loose on my shoulders.
“You just wanted to see my boobs,” I mumble, pulling the material down my arms and tossing my bra aside while Zane grins at me.
“Guilty.” He winks. It’s playful, fun, but devilishly sexy and hits straight at my core. He pulls up the last of the zipper before taking a small step back to admire me in person instead of just my reflection. “Fuck, Dove. Just fuck.”
I nibble my bottom lip as I spin slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of the dress from all angles. The rhinestones and crystals stop perfectly mid thigh, and the sweetheart neckline sits just right. It’s a winner.
“That’s got to be the one, Shadow.”
My gaze cuts to Brax, who sits with his elbows braced on his knees and a deep frown on his face. If anyone else were to look at me like that I would worry they were mad, but not him. That’s almost his happy face.
I softly nod, glancing at Eldon and Creed too, who are also eagerly nodding along.
