Page 689 of The Tempted

“Everything,” I confirm. “And whatever else you think she might like,” I add, striding toward the dressing room. She stares after me, her mouth agape causing me to chuckle as I rap my knuckles against the fitting room door.

“I don’t think this fits,” Lacey says, not knowing that it was me she was talking to and not her lingerie fairy godmother.

“Open the door, Lace,” I demand, bracing my arms over the frame. “C’mon girl,” I probe.

She was quiet for a moment before she replied.

“It’s unlocked.”

Dropping my hand to the door knob, I glance over my shoulder. Fuck it, I turn the knob and push my way inside. I kick closed the door and twist the lock before I turn around and lay eyes on the sexiest woman I’ve ever had.

Legs for days.

Wearing a white, lace thong, paired with a garter belt clipped to sheer thigh-high stockings, with matching lace trim, she was a fucking dream. The bra she wore lifted her already perky tits and pushed them over the sheer material so they appeared to be spilling from the cups. I was a lucky man.

“Girl,” I hiss, my eyes meeting hers in the mirror.

“So, you think it’s time I trade in your t-shirts and parade around the house in this kind of get-up?” She laughs, obviously nervous as she bites her lip.

I didn’t answer her with words.

Gave her my eyes and let them answer for me.

Yes.

Fuck yes.

“Turn around,” I order, taking a step closer, swallowing up the space between us.

“Blackie,” she whispers, turning around and locking her eyes with mine.

“You wanted me on my knees, girl,” I growl, dropping on one knee. I press my palms against her thighs, forcing them apart before dropping my other knee down on the floor. “Got me right where you want, right where I belong.”

I brush my hair away from my face before palming her pussy over the lace and inching my index finger beneath the material.

“What if she comes back?”

“Then she’ll know she did her job properly,” I tell her, shoving the lace away from her pussy and reaching behind her with my free hand. Squeezing her ass, I bring her sweet cunt to my mouth and run my tongue down her center.

“My Lace, so fucking good, so fucking pretty,” I mutter in-between slow laps of my tongue. She grabs onto my shoulders, fisting the leather in her hands as I peel back her lace and take my fix.

Leather and Lace.

A temptation so sweet—a man drops to his knees just to survive.

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