Page 63 of Rook

“You’ve got nothing to grumble about,” I told her as my gaze lowered to the dress she had somehow sardined herself into. “How did this happen?”

“The material was kind of stretchy. At first. And then… not so much. God, I feel like I can’t breathe,” she said, pressing a hand to her belly where the dress seemed to have some sort of boning or corset that was pressing down on her stomach and ribs.

“Alright, let’s see what I can do here,” I said, grabbing the material.

And, yep, it was stuck alright.

“Told you,” she grumbled, breath coming fast and shallow as she really started to panic.

“How about this… Put your hands up high then suck in and hold your breath for a second.”

“Okay,” she agreed, throwing her arms up. The material immediately had a little more give. And when she sucked in her breath, I had just enough room to start to pull the material down.

Unfortunately, it brought her panties down with it. And it seemed she’d already discarded her bra.

So as the dress finally fell down around her feet, she was completely fucking naked.

Right in front of the mirror.

And for a moment, her arms were still up in the air.

I knew I was supposed to look away. But, fuck, I couldn’t help but take her in.

I knew she was beautiful.

But knowing and seeing were two different things.

Everything from her full breasts to the gentle slope of her waist and curve of her hip to her shapely legs.

A little rumbling sound escaped me as her nipples hardened while I watched.

Tessa’s gaze watched me in the mirror as mine tracked up and down her body, not sure what part of her I wanted to look at more.

As her arms fell, I couldn’t seem to force my hands to stay balled up at my sides.

They landed on her hips, then slowly moved up her warm skin. Over her pelvis, up her stomach. Then, finally, closing over her breasts.

A shudder racked her body as she leaned back into me.

She took a deep breath, pressing her breasts more fully against my hands. And, well, I couldn’t help but let my thumbs circle around her hardened nipples.

A sweet little mewling sound escaped her that had my cock getting even harder, pressing against the fly of my jeans.

There was nothing that could have stopped me then.

Except the sounds of women drawing closer.

“Fuck,” I grumbled as Tessa jerked away from me, stooping to yank her panties back up, then clutching the material of her gown to her as I moved to the door.

She wouldn’t look back at me before I started to open the door.

A perfect moment, ruined.

And I had a feeling Tessa would do everything in her power to avoid me for the foreseeable future.

I was just stepping out when the shopkeepers came into the dressing area.

“Don’t worry,” I said, giving them a breezy smile. “Nothing untoward going on here. She got stuck in a dress.”

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