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“How could I forget?” I held the dress up to her, remembering how much of her had been bared for my perusal at the club. She’d seemed so vulnerable, so sweet, despite the hot, slutty dress. Such a temptation.
I hadn’t been able to resist either of them.
With Valor, the attraction had stemmed from the desire he’d camouflaged behind his emphatically straight demeanor. I’d thought he was hiding his desire for me from his lovely wife, but he’d been hiding it harder from himself.
“I don’t want to wear the same thing tonight.”
“What else do you have?”
For a woman who’d professed her need to call her husband and get back to work, she didn’t hesitate to start sifting through her closet. I closed in behind her and reached around her to unbutton her flannel PJ top.
“Hey! I thought you were taking me out dancing.”
“I’m helping you get ready.” I stripped her naked then dropped to the floor and nipped her luscious ass.
“Behave!”
“Never.” This time, when I bit her, she gasped and leaned against her clothing, presenting herself for the kisses and nibbles I showered over herbackside. She had beautiful legs, too, and I ran my hands over them in appreciation.
“I need to shave,” she protested.
“That’s not exactly a deterrent to a man who’s fucked your husband.”
“If I’m wearing a dress tonight, I have to shave my legs.”
I got up and stretched. “Forget your closet. I bought you a dress.”
“You bought me a dress?” She sounded intrigued.
“Is there something wrong with that?”
“I don’t think Valor has ever bought me anything to wear that wasn’t lingerie.”
“The last thing your body needs to entice me is lingerie.”
She shook her head at me and wrinkled her nose. “You’re incorrigible.”
“And you love it.” I pulled her toward the bathroom. “Come on. Let’s get ready.”
I laid a towel out on the bathroom counter and sat her on it.
“What are you doing?”
“Shaving your legs.”
“Loïc!”
“Tarryn!” I enjoyed it when she said my name with such shocked yet feigned disapproval. I opened the drawer with her disposable razors then grabbed the shaving cream from under the sink.
“Have you been snooping through my stuff?”
“Shamelessly.”
“You’re bad.”
“You don’t know the half of it.”
I lathered her leg with cream and made quick work of shaving one leg, and then the other.
