Page 96 of Collect the Pieces

Jigsaw tugs a garment off one of the hangers, leaving it swinging on the bar, and turns to face me.

“I saw this.” He holds up the one dress I brought in case Saturday dinner was a more formal affair. It’s nothing fancy. Black flowy material with white roses dotted over it and a row of buttons down the front.

“I think it’ll be a little small on you but give it a try.” I giggle and drop my stuff on the end of the bed.

“Margot.” He draws out my name in a seductive, teasing tone. “You have any idea how many times this weekend I’ve thought about getting you alone in the woods while you’re wearing one of your sexy dresses?”

The simmering desire in his eyes and his low voice spikes my pulse. “Not as many times as I have.”

He hums a low, delicious sound of disagreement and slowly shakes his head. “No. In my version, I’m chasing you, and when I catch you, I fuck you so hard you scream loud enough to chase the birds from the trees.”

“Oh.” I gasp. A vivid picture slides through my mind and my core throbs with approval. “I like your version.”

“Great.” He tosses the dress on the bed. “Put it on.”

I reach for the dress, dragging it closer. “Now?”

“Look at me.” His voice is low and commanding.

I shift my gaze from the dress to him.

“Right fucking now.”

My fingers tighten around the fabric, anticipation coiling through me as all the different ways this will play out flicker through my mind.

“Uh, those are really sexy on you.” I nod to his simple black sweatpants, hanging low on his hips and doing nothing to hide the sharp cut of his V-line. Bare-chested, every carved muscle and inch of inked skin stands out. The ridges of his abs, the flex of his shoulders. Standing so casually yet looking effortlessly lethal.

Who knew sweatpants could be such a turn-on?

He lowers the waistband and grips his hardening length, showing off. “Easier to free my cock.” He snaps the waistband into place. “Now, hurry up.” He reaches into the dresser drawer and tosses a bra and panty set to me.

Keeping my gaze fixed on him, I drop the towel.

His chest rises and falls faster.

I slowly slip on my bra and clasp it into place. My hands shake as I step into my panties and drag them up my legs.

“I usually wear something else under my dresses,” I admit, embarrassment nudging my desire aside. “I’ll feel a little naked in just this underneath.”

“Like what?”

I point to the dresser. “Little shaper shorts.” I rub my hand over my tummy and hips. “To smooth everything.”

“Margot, it’s just you and me. Going to play in the woods.” He slides his hot gaze over my body. “And I love youreverything.”

I open my mouth to protest, but why? We’re about to indulge in a mutual fantasy and I’m worried about my tummy bulge?

Without another word, I slip the dress over my head and carefully work each tiny button closed.

The scrape of a dresser drawer pulls my attention up. Jigsaw takes out a dark blue hooded sweatshirt. He slings it over his arm. “I’m bringing this just in case.”

“Just in case what?”

“Your dress doesn’t survive.”

It takes a second for his meaning to sink in. “Oh.” I stare down at the black floral pattern and shrug. It’s for a good cause.

“One more thing.” He picks up the little pink bottle of warming lube on the nightstand. The click of the cap seems louder than it should. “Lift your dress for me.”

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