Page 45 of Under His Protection

Once we got there, I told the attendant that I wanted multiple options laid out for Nina in the private fitting suite. Nina raised her brows at me, not expecting my supervision over this dress selection.

“No phone calls tonight?” she asked as the woman measured her to better gauge what to bring out for her.

I shoved my hands in my pockets and raked my stare over her standing on the dais with her arms outstretched. The woman brought the tape measurer length up near Nina’s breasts, and my fingers itched to be the one so near her like that there.

“No. No phone calls.” Tonight, I’m all yours. She seemed to read that in my gaze because she blushed and lowered her gaze.

The shop attendant picked up on the cues that I wanted privacy with Nina as well. She led us to the massive changing area and pointed out the racks that she and her assistant had chosen for us.

“If you need anything, please let me know.” With a dip of her chin, she bade us farewell and closed the door behind us.

“Aren’t you going to step out?” Nina asked.

I lowered to the chair and hooked my hands behind my head. “Do you want me to?”

She opened and closed her mouth, too intimidated to look me in the eye. After she turned in a slow circle, browsing the dresses instead of facing me directly, she found my reflection in the mirror. “Is this more practice?”

I smirked. “Show me the dresses, Nina.”

She bit her lip, teasing me with that telltale show of her nervousness. “All right.”

I steadied my breaths as she removed her clothes. This personal, private show was torturous hell. With every inch of her taut, smooth skin that she bared, I fought the urge to get up and claim her.

No longer blushing, but modest to avoid eye contact, she walked over to the first rack and picked up two options. “Blue or green?”

“Neither.”

She jerked her face up, surprised and confused.

“I prefer you like that.” In a lacy black bra with her breasts almost spilling out, and the tiniest black thong that showcased her perfect ass.

“You want me to go to a black tie event like this?” she teased, falling into the playfulness she saved for me when we were alone.

I shook my head and growled. I want you dressed like that, and in less, just for me. For my eyes only.

“How about this?” She held up an inky black dress.

“Try it on.”

Watching her slide the clingy material over her hips was just as sexy as watching her take off her shirt and shorts. It suited her. I bet all of them would. This was only the beginning, though, and I intended to get my fill of watching her dress and undress. Each time she changed and then did a twirl to show off the gowns, her eyes grew darker with desire.

Showing herself off like this, putting on a show for me, was turning her on too.

When she struggled with a zipper, I curled my finger and beckoned for her to come to me.

“Did you like that one?” she asked as I dragged the metal tab down. Seated like this, I was at a perfect level to stare at the expanse of her tanned flesh. The slender curve of her back taunted me, and I reached up to push the gown off her.

Touching my fingertips to her caused goosebumps to raise on her skin, but she didn’t flinch or step away.

“I like you,” I replied as the silver garment slithered off her, cascading to the floor. Catching her reflection in the mirror, I spread my hands over her hips, bracing her to stay between my knees.

Her breath hitched as I lowered my hands to rub over the cheeks of her juicy ass.

“I like you looking at me like this,” she admitted as she stepped back toward me.

I hummed my approval, taking my time to feel up her almost naked body.

“Do you now?” I tore my focus from her backside and stared into her reflection. As I moved my hand forward, I slipped my fingers beneath the elastic of her thong. Urging her to back into me, I spread my legs wider and pushed on her stomach.

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