Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 121578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
I stop and stare at him. “Why are you looking through my clothes?”
Jigsaw tugs a garment off one of the hangers, leaving it swinging on the bar, and turns to face me.
“I saw this.” He holds up the one dress I brought in case Saturday dinner was a more formal affair. It’s nothing fancy. Black flowy material with white roses dotted over it and a row of buttons down the front.
“I think it’ll be a little small on you but give it a try.” I giggle and drop my stuff on the end of the bed.
“Margot.” He draws out my name in a seductive, teasing tone. “You have any idea how many times this weekend I’ve thought about getting you alone in the woods while you’re wearing one of your sexy dresses?”
The simmering desire in his eyes and his low voice spikes my pulse. “Not as many times as I have.”
He hums a low, delicious sound of disagreement and slowly shakes his head. “No. In my version, I’m chasing you, and when I catch you, I fuck you so hard you scream loud enough to chase the birds from the trees.”
“Oh.” I gasp. A vivid picture slides through my mind and my core throbs with approval. “I like your version.”
“Great.” He tosses the dress on the bed. “Put it on.”
I reach for the dress, dragging it closer. “Now?”
“Look at me.” His voice is low and commanding.
I shift my gaze from the dress to him.
“Right fucking now.”
My fingers tighten around the fabric, anticipation coiling through me as all the different ways this will play out flicker through my mind.
“Uh, those are really sexy on you.” I nod to his simple black sweatpants, hanging low on his hips and doing nothing to hide the sharp cut of his V-line. Bare-chested, every carved muscle and inch of inked skin stands out. The ridges of his abs, the flex of his shoulders. Standing so casually yet looking effortlessly lethal.
Who knew sweatpants could be such a turn-on?
He lowers the waistband and grips his hardening length, showing off. “Easier to free my cock.” He snaps the waistband into place. “Now, hurry up.” He reaches into the dresser drawer and tosses a bra and panty set to me.
Keeping my gaze fixed on him, I drop the towel.
His chest rises and falls faster.
I slowly slip on my bra and clasp it into place. My hands shake as I step into my panties and drag them up my legs.
“I usually wear something else under my dresses,” I admit, embarrassment nudging my desire aside. “I’ll feel a little naked in just this underneath.”
“Like what?”
I point to the dresser. “Little shaper shorts.” I rub my hand over my tummy and hips. “To smooth everything.”
“Margot, it’s just you and me. Going to play in the woods.” He slides his hot gaze over my body. “And I love your everything.”
I open my mouth to protest, but why? We’re about to indulge in a mutual fantasy and I’m worried about my tummy bulge?
Without another word, I slip the dress over my head and carefully work each tiny button closed.
The scrape of a dresser drawer pulls my attention up. Jigsaw takes out a dark blue hooded sweatshirt. He slings it over his arm. “I’m bringing this just in case.”
“Just in case what?”
“Your dress doesn’t survive.”
It takes a second for his meaning to sink in. “Oh.” I stare down at the black floral pattern and shrug. It’s for a good cause.
“One more thing.” He picks up the little pink bottle of warming lube on the nightstand. The click of the cap seems louder than it should. “Lift your dress for me.”
“What? Why?”
He tilts his head and stares at me until I comply.
I drag it up slowly, the soft fabric rustling against my legs.
“Higher.”
I bunch it around my waist.
“Good.” He steps closer and dribbles a few beads of the clear fluid on his fingers. “Let’s spice things up a little.”
“You’re about to chase me through the woods and mount me like a wild animal. Already seems kind of spicy.”
“Funny.” He slips his hand into my panties. I inch my feet apart and tilt my hips without him even asking. He inhales a deep, shuddery breath. “Good girl. You’re as eager to try this as I am.”
I lick my lips, then gasp as he gently rolls his slippery fingers around my clit. I’m already so worked up, dizzy, and excited, it doesn’t take long to bring me close to orgasm.
“Not yet.” He withdraws his hand and kisses my cheek.
“That’s mean.” I rub my thighs together. “I don’t feel anything…different.”
He glances at the bottle. “I don’t want to use too much the first time we try it. In case it’s too intense for you.”
“Intense?” I raise my eyebrows. Why hadn’t I thought of that?
He turns the bottle toward me, so I can read the label. “It’s supposed to be edible. If it starts to bother you,” his voice lowers to a deep rasp, “I’ll lick off every drop.”