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Zander doesn’t hesitate this time when he hands me the bundle of fabric. He just strips while keeping his eyes trained on me.

My mouth instantly fills with saliva—fuck, he looks good pressed against the wall with the red fabric straining over well-trained muscles. Even though he’s blushing, and I can see the mixture of embarrassment and arousal swirling behind his expression, he’s standing there bare andwaitingbecause he knows I want this.

Man, I really am fucked.

I drop to my knees in front of him. It’s too tempting not to lift my hand and draw my fingers up along his leg, tickling the hair there as I trace his muscles. The more I touch, the harder his cock gets. Half of me wonders if I could make him orgasm from gentle touches alone… but that’s not for now.

For now, we reallydohave to hurry… because Iwantthis. I want to get him dressed up like my little slut—I want to make him bite his tongue to hold in his moans when I put my hands on him because he’s dressed upjust for me.

I want too much, and I’ve never been able to stop myself from taking things when I realize they’re supposed to be mine.

And Zander—all of him, his blushes and his body wrapped in silk? That’s supposed to be mine.

I’m slow and teasing when I drag one of the red stockings up his ankle until the stretchy elastic snaps against his thigh. It’s tootighton him, but the bite of fabric against his skin is so hot I can’t stop myself from leaning forward and tracing my lips over the place where flesh meets silk.

Zander shivers above me, then he raises his hand and stuffs his fist into his mouth to hold back a moan as I move my head to the left and skate my lips along the length of his cock before putting the other stocking on his leg.

“You were right… Red really is your color.”

“Told you.” He gets it out on a strangled whisper that’s muffled against his fingers when I bite the skin of his thigh before grabbing the panties he picked out.

He doesn’t fight me when I tap his ankles so I can slide them on past his feet, and he shivers when I have to tuck his cock down to bulge against the fabric.

I finish the ensemble off with the garters he picked out and then sit back on my heels, looking up at him while my ears are filled with the sound of every bit of my blood flooding straight to my cock.

“Fuck, Dimples.” My eyes rake up and down his flushed body, but I see the confidence pour into him as they trail back up to meet his face. “Look at you.”

He bites his lower lip and brings his hands forward, skating his palms over the fabric straining against his frame. When he brushes his fingertips over his nipples and shivers, Iknowhe’s doing it on purpose. It brings me up to my feet so I can crowd against him, and my hands follow the path he just trailed—the warmth of his skin in contrast to the smooth silk is intoxicating. I want to mouth over his cock, I want to pull the thin string away from his ass and absolutely devour him.

I want hours of him dressed just like this until I turn him just as red as the fabric he’s wearing.

I open my mouth to tell him that, and somehow the words get caught at the back of my throat and turn into something else.

“What do you want, Zander?” My fingers glide up, trailing along his jawline, and my tongue licks the seam of his lips. “We’re not leaving this dressing room until we both get off… so tell me how you want it.”

His lashes flutter, eyes going hooded and dark. Instead of answering me, he drops to his knees in front of me and tilts his head back.

“I bought you dinner, Slade.” He licks his lips and looks up at me. “But I’m still hungry.”

And like the absolute slut he won’t admit he is, Zander tilts his head back and sticks his tongue out, looking up at me with eyes that are practically begging me to fuck him.

ChapterNineteen

ZANDER

Kerian curses,looking down at me like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. I preen under his attention, loving how warm it makes me feel.

He stuffs two fingers in my mouth and I suck them greedily, moaning as he pushes them in and out. He’s rough and demanding, driving me hard, but I don’t care. I want whatever he gives me.

“Fucking hell, Zander,” he murmurs, removing his fingers. I whimper, dragging myself closer to him so I can get to his dick.

I nose over Kerian’s bulge, breathing him in. Fuck, he smells so good. Spicy and masculine. Not a smell I thought I’d find intoxicating, but here I am, on my knees in a dressing room with a bra and panties on, sniffing at Kerian.

A deep groan flows from his lips as he pushes his hand through my hair. My cock twitches in my panties, teasing along the silk encasing my dick.

Who would have thought I’d like how silk feels against my skin? I feel sexy as fuck, especially when Kerian looked at me the way he did. He might be a fucking robot sometimes with his expressions, but he couldn’t hide his lust and approval when he saw me all dressed up for him.

The same look is there now as Kerian stares down at me. His eyes blaze, his pink tongue peeking out from between his lips. “What do you plan to do, Zandy?”

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