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“That’s harsh.” I sit on the corner of her bed and glance at the mirror.

Oh, fuck. I can see right into the closet, and the towel is now a pile of white fluff at her feet.

Don’t look up, asshole!

“My sister, well, you know all you need to know about her other than her name. Sandra,” she turns around, and I drop my eyes to the floor.

“The cheating no good sister, but is she older, younger? Give me more details.” The closet door closes slightly, and I think she figured me out until it opens wide again.

“Sandra is a fashion designer. Appearance is everything to her. I’m sure those bags my mother had were all full of her latest designs.” My ears perk up at that tidbit.

“Sandy G, is your sister?” My eyes fly up to the mirror just in time to get the view of a lifetime.

Simone in black lace.

She’s facing the door with her head tilted up as if searching for something. So I let my eyes travel down her body again. Jesus fucking Christ. How am I not supposed to lick her all over?

“Um, yes. I may need your help in a moment.” She turns and grabs a robe, so I stand and adjust myself in my pants before walking calmly to the closet doorway.

“Yes, Dove?” I enjoy the brief view of her ass in the thong she’s wearing before the silk robe covers her body.

“I said in a moment.” I place my hand over my heart.

“All I heard was that you needed me, and here I am,” I smirk at her.

“I love your dimple.” Her eyes widen, and it was clear she didn’t mean to say that out loud.

“What can I help with?” She seems to snap out of whatever trance I put her in and points above my head.

“I need that long black box. It has the boots I want to wear with this wrap dress.” I bring the box down carefully and turn in time to see she’s dropped the robe and has a navy blue dress on.

Well, not on. More like draped over her body. I watch in awe as she wraps the material around her body to create an elegant-looking dress out of one long piece of fabric.

“Wow. Now that’s real girl magic.” She snorts at me while she ties the leftover pieces into a bow under her left breast.

She reaches for the box, but I hold it over my head.

“Not a chance. Allow me. Go sit on the bed.” She seems to want to argue with me, but when I arch an eyebrow, she reluctantly walks past me and sits as I ask.

I drop to my knees before her and place the box beside me.

“I seem to always find myself on my knees for you, Dove.”

Chapter

Ten

SIMONE

His provocative words make me swallow hard as he reaches for my ankle with the gentlest of touches. He taps my foot with a silly grin that makes that damn dimple pop even more.

“Lift.” My foot moves before the command fully registers in my brain.

He guides my foot inside the boot and then pulls the soft leather up my calf, over my knee, and then hesitates when the dress stops his progress.

“May I?” Oh, fuck me, yes.

I nod instead of begging him like in my head, but he must see my thoughts clear as day on my face cause his eyes darken a shade as his fingers grace the inside of my thighs to move the fabric and pull the thigh-high boots up into place.

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