Page 44 of Guarding The Phoenix: Vol. 1

His words sent my head spinning and my body purred. It thrilled me the way he talked, like my being with him was a foregone conclusion. I stopped in front of the door to the lingerie store and demanded, “Tell me.”

Chapter twenty-five

Lingerie

Kylie

“Let’sgetinsidefirst.Out here, you’re too out in the open.” He held the door for me.

Chase scanned the area for threats. When I was with them, I almost forgot why they were here. To keep me alive. To ensure I lived to see the sunrise tomorrow and for many years to come.

The thought doused a fraction of the lust that had descended over me. When we returned to the house, then I could entertain the idea of bringing Chase into my bed. Conceding, I entered the high-end lingerie store.

The Lacey Closet exuded luxury and sexy femininity. The walls were understated in a soft gray and pale pink with ivory molding. The stands and display cases were a shimmering gold and combined with the cool walnut hardwood floor, made the entire store feel like stepping into a quiet dream. The seductive scent of bergamot surrounded us.

This store carried some of my favorite panties, including La Perla. To me, there was something sublime about wearing silk undergarments. They made me feel sexy.

“Well fuck me, beautiful. Are you trying to make me lose my mind so that I drag you into a fitting room and fuck you blind?” Chase growled low so only I heard him.

“And if I am?” I didn’t know where my sense of propriety had gone since their advent into my life. Because it vacated the building and unleashed the stopper on my mouth.

Chase’s eyes darkened. Then he swore silently under his breath, almost to himself. “Get what you need before I decide to say fuck it and bend you over the nearest surface. Audience be damned.”

I shivered at the lust pulsing in his eyes. The shopping excursion was the first time he had displayed interest in me and it was intoxicating. My body was so turned on, there was a part of me that wanted him to lose the tether on his control. But I wanted him so overcome with lust, he bent me over the table with all the delicate satin and lace panties and took me from behind until I screamed my release.

I retreated, providing us some breathing space because I was a hairsbreadth away from jumping the man’s bones. Then we would do something where the owner would call the cops on us.

That stopped me from pushing the envelope further. Then I imagined the disappointment on Axel’s face.

Thinking of Axel and Gideon, I went through the store, selecting items with them in mind. I knew my sizes and didn’t have to worry about trying them on. I added quite a few panties so I would have extras for them to rip off me. Chase followed me through the store, hovering at my back. I didn’t mind, feeling him behind me was comforting. Because I knew he would protect me no matter what. A few times when I picked things up and added them to the handbasket, he emitted a strangled sound as if he was in pain.

But I got a kick out of teasing him. Enjoyed the way his gaze darkened when I selected a pair of matching bra and panties in a fire engine red. Because I knew he was imagining what I would look like wearing the set and nothing else as he took them off me. And okay, so I went a little overboard, but this was our brand of flirting. How far could I push him before he broke? Would he really do as he threatened? My pulse raced and the panties I wore were drenched. Once I had everything I wanted, I headed to the checkout counter.

“This one too.” Chase stated, holding up a skimpy black number with bright pink bows. It was a lingerie set with bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings.

“Okay, add it to the pile.” I nodded, noting he had paid attention to my sizes while I shopped.

Chase stood behind me as the clerk rang up my purchases. His hand gripped the side of my waist. And he pressed his hips against my ass where I felt the firm ridge of his shaft. He leaned his mouth down by my ear and whispered, “I should punish you for teasing me like this.”

My sex clenched in response. Did I want him to punish me? That would be a hell yes!

“I’m going to enjoy seeing you in every one of these outfits. The one with the pink bows is for me. You don’t wear it for anyone else. And I plan to remove them—with my teeth.” He growled. My sex quivered at his husky voice.

God, he was hard—everywhere. The thought of all those inches pounding away inside me left me shaky and needy. And it took everything inside me not to swivel in his arms and plant my mouth against his lips. I wanted Chase so badly I ached with need.

I won’t admit how much I spent in that store. Between Chase’s heated looks and thoughts of Axel or Gideon seeing me in them, I dropped a small fortune on bras and panties. But being obscenely wealthy had its perks.

When we finished at The Lacey Closet, Chase ushered me down the street. We stopped in the corner market. I grabbed a cart, and Chase held my bags because there were too many to fit in the cart with the food we needed to purchase.

But we were in luck. The store had the ingredients I needed to make the dish tonight. I grabbed two loaves of freshly baked French bread. Some crusty garlic bread would pair swimmingly with coq au vin. And then tossed in a few other items we were running low on: fresh fruit, veggies, coffee creamer, milk, lunch meat, and bread for sandwiches.

Today had been a great day, even with the fight with Gideon. But I would make it up to him tonight. When he tasted my coq au vin, he’d get on his knees and beg my forgiveness.

Okay, likely not that. But I would mend things with him. Especially when he saw he didn’t have to worry, and we made it through the shopping excursion unscathed.

With our arms full of bags, we exited the grocery store into the blaring midafternoon sunlight. I’d toss together some sandwiches for lunch once we got home.

“Well, isn’t this a homey sight?” Luka Santos's slimy baritone with a hint of a Spanish accent stopped me in my tracks.

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