Page 135 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

Her lips find mine and her fingers rake up my neck and through my hair as she successfully distracts me.

“Let's put your jealousy to good use then.” She says suggestively, tugging my hand and leading me towards the door.

I bend at the waist and toss her over my shoulder, marching her towards her room as she laughs happily.

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Before I know it, it’s December 30th.

We both leave tomorrow afternoon, her for Paris, me for Geneva, going our separate ways from there for good, at least from a physical standpoint.

We carefully avoid the subject, spending the day occupied like we have been, but the reminder looms over us like a dark, unacknowledged cloud.

It’s there when she disappears to go pack the minute we get home.

I manage to stay away for an hour before I give in and go in search of her. She’s sitting on her bedroom floor in the middle of dozens of clothes that look like they’ve exploded out of her nearby suitcase.

“Making good progress, I see.” I say, drolly.

“Believe it or not, this is my process. Organized chaos, if you will.”

“And where does the organization piece come in exactly?”

“Shut up.” She laughs, throwing a t-shirt at me that I snatch easily out of the air. “I’m glad you’re here though, I wanted your help picking out which dress I should wear tomorrow.”

I sit at her desk chair with my legs splayed comfortably open and gesture at her to show me. She grabs two dresses and pairs of heels from off the floor and heads into the bathroom.

When she comes out five minutes later, she’s wearing a strapless black sequin dress with a modest neckline. It hugs her curves and falls to mid-thigh, highlighting her legs.

I reposition my cock as it hardens in my jeans, which doesn’t go unnoticed based on the smirk she gives me.

She twirls, kicking up her leg to show off her heels as she does so.

“So? What do you think?”

“I think you should go back in there and show me the second option before I rip this one off you.”

She laughs. “You like it then?”

“I love it.” I admit, getting to my feet and taking a step towards her.

“No! Sit back down. I want to show you the other one, you animal.”

I drop back into my seat with a mumbled curse and wait for her to come back out. I’m playing a game on my phone when I hear the door open and glance up at her.

Immediately, I pause. My nostrils flare as lust smacks into me with the force of a runaway train, because her, in this dress…

I’m not worthy.

It’s dark green and the same length as the first, but it’s got a plunging neckline that reveals the swell of her perky tits, slits in the fabric on either side of her thighs up to her hips, and when she twirls, she reveals that it’s completely backless.

It leaves absolutely fuck all to the imagination and the only thought tumbling around my brain as I look at her is,

Mine.

She eyes me expectantly when I stand and make my way over to her. I skate my hands down her arms and to her thighs, sneaking them under the fabric of her dress to grip her ass.

“This one.” I say, hoarsely. “Definitely this one.”

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