Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“Oh.” He made a sound somewhere between awe and need as he stepped forward. Lips trembling, he reached a hand toward a stack of delicate red panties in front of a male mannequin wearing the same. The undies had lace sides, a sheer ass, and a silky front pouch. Avery stopped short of touching one of the pairs, so I did it for him, picking up a pair in my best guesstimate for his size and handing it to him.
“You would look so hot in these.”
“Not silly?” He raked his teeth across his lower lip.
“Not at all. You’ve got the ass to pull them off, and they’ve got that whole silky thing going on you said you liked.”
“Yeah.” He turned the panties over carefully in his hand. “Jesus. I’m hard merely holding the things.”
“And that’s a yes, please add to the cart.” Removing them from his grasp, I deposited them in a nearby metal shopping basket shaped like a heart.
Avery’s eyes went nervous and tight, but he didn’t yank them back. He was breathing so hard, it was a wonder he managed to whisper, “Does this… Are you doing this only for me?”
“You asking if the idea of you wearing those turns me on?”
He nodded sharply.
“Absolutely.” I pulled him tight against me. “I’m game for anything that turns you on. But I’ve always liked pretty things on my partners: lace, sheer fabrics, things like that. It’s sexy thinking about someone wearing lingerie for me.”
“Yeah.” He shuddered.
“Speaking of self-discovery, apparently, I love the contrast of muscles and sexy little things. See? You’re not the only one learning new things.”
“I guess if it would be for you too…” He glanced at the panties in the basket.
“It would definitely be also for me if you wanted me to see you wearing them.” I let my hand rest on a pair of black lace ones, little wisps of sheer, stretchy fabric.
“Those are sexy.” Avery’s gaze darted between the panties and the basket in my hand.
“They are.” Picking up a pair, I let them flutter onto the red ones in the basket. Again, Avery didn’t stop me. “What else gets you going?”
He stayed silent, but his gaze darted to a trio of mannequins in short nighties in pink, black, and white.
“Oh, I like all of those. Love how the fabric ends right against the dudes’ ripped thighs.”
“Probably would brush against their skin if they moved.”
“Uh-huh.” I moved to the rack in front of the mannequins. “Which is your favorite color?”
He shook his head, but his gaze was locked on the gauzy pink number. “I think…just the panties. I don’t need anything else.”
I disagreed. With that much lust and want in his eyes, he absolutely needed the prettiest nightie the store had, but I didn’t want to push him too far, too fast. Getting him to acknowledge wanting the lingerie was a big first step. I moved back to the panty displays, filing away the nightie idea. Maybe if I played my cards right, there would be more chances to spoil Avery.
“White?” I ran a finger along a deceptively simple silk pair with a bow on the front.
“Two is probably more than enough. After all, maybe I won’t like them…”
“Not a chance of that.” I deliberately raked my gaze down his front, ending on the fly of his black tactical pants. His coat had fallen open, and he had a tell-tale bulge. “If merely holding them gets you this worked up, I’m all for it. Hell, get some only to hold in private, even if you don’t wear them.”
“Maybe.” His tongue darted out between his pink lips, which was yes enough to make me add the white pair to our basket.
“Toys next?” I asked, leading the way to a nearby display of jack-off toys. “Let’s see if they have any left-handed models.”
“You’re legit having fun, aren’t you?” His voice had so much wonder in it that I had to laugh.
“Absolutely.” I peered a little more closely at him. “Are you not?”
“I am.” He looked startled by his own admission. “I really am. Huh.”
“Good. Now how do you feel about fit? This one promises a tight, textured grip.”
“Jesus.”
“That’s a no?” I grinned because I already knew the answer.
“Put it in the cart.” Even his neck was blushing. He stopped in front of the next rack, which had a selection of vibrating toys. “Oh. That one goes inside.”
“Yup. That’s a plug. You ever play around back there?”
“Um…not much.” He looked down at his shoes. Liar. The idea of him touching his ass had me even more turned on.
“And did you like it?” I pressed, bumping his shoulder.
“Yeah,” he whispered, voice barely audible. “But fingers are different from those toys.”
“I’ll say.” I chuckled. “These vibrate. Unless your hand takes batteries?”
To my surprise, he gave a deep belly laugh and waggled his prosthesis at me. “Not the left anyway. The right is practically a power tool, but it’s not going anywhere near my ass.”