“What do you think we’re doing here, girl,” I reply, wrapping one arm around her, sliding my hand into the back pocket of her jeans as we walk side by side into the store.
“Is that your plan for tonight? A live Victoria’s Secret fashion show?” She asks, lifting up a black lace thong and twirling it around her finger.
I lean into her, breathe in the scent I’ve come to love—vanilla and honeysuckle.
“Who said I’m waiting for tonight?” I whisper huskily against her ear.
On top of everything else that Lacey has given me she’s given me something I hold sacred—her body. I’m the only man who’s been inside her, the man that helps her explore her sexuality. I’ve introduced her to pleasure and pain, showed her how the two become one. She’s discovered what she likes, what gets her off, and is very inquisitive to try new things in-between the sheets. Every new experience for her is a rewrite for me—it’s the fucking icing on the cake.
She turns her head, brushing her lips against mine before she whispers.
“I like where you’re going with this.”
She turns around, eyes on mine as she walks backward and lifts her hand holding the thong, crushing it in her fist, crooking her finger with her other hand, beckoning me to follow her.
Damn, girl.
Ignoring the eyes of the associates following us around the store, Lacey picks things out, filling my arms with lingerie as she sifts through the tables finding her sizes.
Told you we’d turn heads, girl.
“Can I start you off in a fitting room?”
I raise an eyebrow at the woman questioning me, forcing a blush out of her.
“I mean—”
“That would be great,” Lacey interrupts, smiling wide at her as she shuffles the lingerie from my arms to the associate’s.
“Are you looking for something specific?”
Lacey turns, her eyes gleaming mischievously, as she gives me a smile.
“I’m looking to bring this big brute to his knees,” she says, turning back to the associate. “You got something that might do the trick?”
I bite the inside of my cheek as my eyes burn into her.
You want me on my knees, girl, you got it.
“I think we can find something,” said the associate responds, her face redder than a fucking apple.
“I don’t know, he’s a tough nut to crack,” Lacey teases.
Brazen, girl.
“Let’s get you into a fitting room and take your measurements. I think I have something perfect for you,” the associate suggests.
“Go on girl, give it your best shot,” I encourage, tipping my chin for Lacey to follow the associate.
Lacey spins around on her heel, sashaying her hips as she makes her way toward the dressing room, glancing over her shoulder to make sure she has my attention.
You got me, girl.
I wink at her, crossing my arms against my chest, the worn leather of my jacket straining against my biceps. She disappears into the dressing room with the sales lady as I walk around the store picking out things I want to see on Lacey. The sales person emerges, walking over to a rack and grabbing a few more things for my girl. I glance down at the clothes in my hand and decide it’s time for the sales lady to step out of the dressing room and for me to step in.
“Excuse me,” I call, lifting my full arms. “Can you find her sizes in these too?”
“Sure just let me get this to her and I’ll grab those from you,” she says, hurrying back to the fitting room. I sigh, glancing around at the people staring at me.
Yeah, I was a sight.
Cloaked in leather, covered in tattoos, with an arm full of lace.
Story of my life.
The sales lady returns a moment later.
“Let me take that from you.” She holds out her arms and takes the Lace from mine. “You want all of this?”
“Everything,” I confirm. “And whatever else you think she might like,” I add, striding toward the dressing room. She stares after me, her mouth agape causing me to chuckle as I rap my knuckles against the fitting room door.
“I don’t think this fits,” Lacey says, not knowing that it was me she was talking to and not her lingerie fairy godmother.
“Open the door, Lace,” I demand, bracing my arms over the frame. “C’mon girl,” I probe.
She was quiet for a moment before she replied.
“It’s unlocked.”
Dropping my hand to the door knob, I glance over my shoulder. Fuck it, I turn the knob and push my way inside. I kick closed the door and twist the lock before I turn around and lay eyes on the sexiest woman I’ve ever had.
Legs for days.
Wearing a white, lace thong, paired with a garter belt clipped to sheer thigh-high stockings, with matching lace trim, she was a fucking dream. The bra she wore lifted her already perky tits and pushed them over the sheer material so they appeared to be spilling from the cups. I was a lucky man.
“Girl,” I hiss, my eyes meeting hers in the mirror.
“So, you think it’s time I trade in your t-shirts and parade around the house in this kind of get-up?” She laughs, obviously nervous as she bites her lip.
I didn’t answer her with words.
Gave her my eyes and let them answer for me.
Yes.