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“Please?”

“Okay.” I close my eyes, and though I want to peek, I can appreciate her need to surprise me with the full look.

Except I’m in no way prepared for my girl wearing the sexiest, slinkiest, silkiest red dress I’ve ever seen. You’ve heard of a little black dress? This takes the black dress, raises it to red, and gives you the ultimate full-house hard-on.

“Holy fucking shit,” I breathe. “There’s no way in hell we’re going anywhere when you wear that dress—because I’ll spend the whole night fighting men off of you.”

She sashays in my direction, using the insides of her arms to squeeze her breasts together, giving me the most incredible view of her cleavage.

“Challenge accepted,” she whispers, leaning down to kiss me.

Her hair spills over us and our tongues tangle with greedy pulls that leave us both breathless. I skim my hand over the curve of her ass, giving a nice squeeze before slapping it.

“Dammit, woman. Dinner will be here—” There’s a knock on the door, and I quickly untuck my T-shirt as I get up to cover the offending part of me. The maids and cooks work hard; no reason for me to potentially embarrass anyone.

“Sit,” she says. “I’m more decent than you.”

She swings over and opens the door, thanking Rosalie and then quickly closing it behind her.

“Now. Where were we?”

“You were about to step out of that dress.”

“Was I?” She steps out of my reach, and while I can obviously chase her, she seems to have a different type of game in mind.

“More stuff to try on?”

“Yes.” She pulls out something else red, but this isn’t clothing.

Oh, shit.

She bought matching heels.

Does she know how much I love really high heels?

I should tell her.

“Baby, I…” My voice trails as she spins around.

“I wanted to put them on together but decided we’d do it in phases.”

“O-okay.” I can barely breathe, she’s that beautiful.

She digs into the bag again and takes out a little box. Her back is to me, so I can’t see what she’s doing until she fastens something behind her neck.

Jewelry.

Fuck.

I want to buy her jewelry.

It’s not like I can’t afford it.

Maybe not massive diamonds, but I can still buy her things.

Why haven’t I?

I know it’s unrealistic considering how little time we’ve been together and everything going on since I got here, but I definitely haven’t been spoiling her the way I should be.

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