Page 8 of The Mrs. Clause
She replaced her cup on the table, settling it just so into the saucer. Mary then picked up the tablet, swiping across the screen and muttering to herself.
"No, not this one. Hmmm, that could work but the straps aren't quite… ah yes. I forgot we had that, but the color isn't quite – ah!"
Finally, she looked up at me, a smile crinkling the corners of her eyes. "I have three items I think may be of interest to you – depending on what you want, of course."
She handed over the tablet, and I took it, swiping through the images. Each of the ensembles would emphasize my curves. Rather than trying to hide my abundance, the lingerie hugged and glided, decorating the model's body beautifully.
The first was a deep red, almost maroon, three-piece, made from tulle and silk, a bra, underwear and waspie corset with optional suspender straps.
"The red will look lovely against your pale skin, but it also comes in a hunter green."
I swiped and immediately decided I'd buy it in both. The red and the green were divine.
"This next option," Mary continued as I scrolled through the images. "May not be your cup of tea, but I had to add it, just in case."
Yards of skin was visible under dark red leather and shiny silver buckles. The full body harness was undeniably sexy and vividly reminded me of the two times Nick had tied me up.
My body clenched, a warm wet heat pooling deep in my core.
"The wrist cuffs can be connected to any of the loops," Mary explained, taking a dainty sip of her tea. "I've found that where there is trust between partners this kind of play can be very enjoyable."
A buried memory of the working holiday we took to Rome resurrected itself, stealing my breath and painting my cheeks with heat.
Nick had come home earlier than expected, his meeting having wrapped up. I'd been napping on our bed, the apartment dimly lit. I'd woken to Nick, climbing up the bed, pressing kisses to the inside of my thighs, my stomach, my breasts.
He'd undressed me, and I pulled his belt free, intending to do the same to him. Instead, he'd pinned my hands above my head, using the belt to keep them bound.
"Do you trust me?" He'd asked, his dark eyes dangerously wanting.
"Of course."
I shook off the memory and focused on the reality of my current situation. "Perhaps not today."
Mary inclined her head, no judgement passing across her face.
The last outfit wasn't at all what I expected. Where the other two were sexy and passionate, this one was sweet and a little cheeky.
"The holidays are upon us," Mary said with a wink. "Why not give him the best gift he's ever had?"
The outfit wasn't garish or cheap, though it could have easily achieved that. Instead, the black and red lace felt decadent. The bra didn't clasp, instead a ribbon tied at the front – which meant that if Nick were to tug it, he'd be opening me, as if I were a present to be unwrapped for his pleasure.
"This and the first two – in both colors, please." I handed the tablet back to her.
She organized for them to be brought from the back in my sizes as I made my way to the changing room. I slipped them on, turning this way and that, trying to imagine Nick's reaction to me.
You, me and a bed.
At the counter, just as I went to hand Mary my card I paused, a secret hope that I dared not feed welling inside me. "Actually, add the leather as well. And a pair of silk stockings."
Mary grinned, carefully folding my purchases into separate boxes. "Of course."
Back at the hotel I dressed in the black and red ribbon lingerie. I reached for one of the knit dresses then paused.
Instead, I slipped on my winter coat and some stockings, knee-high boots completed my outfit. There was no backing out, no backing down. My outfit, my body, my everything was primed for this moment. Ready for tonight.
I was about to seduce my husband.
Chapter Five
