Page 200 of Zero Chance

Immediately frowning, she motioned toward the costume.“I have a feeling no goat herder in the history of ever has worn something even remotely similar to this utter ridiculousness.”

“Ridiculousness?”My jaw dropped in offense.“Well, you can be the first then.”And sniffing moodily, I followed it up with a wink and a bounce of my eyebrows.“Because I like it.”

“Shocker,” she deadpanned, not at all amused.

Totally unruffled by her lack of enthusiasm, I brightened even more.“Ooh.I forgot the best part.”

As I scooted her off my lap and onto the mattress next to me so I could pop off it, I went down on my knees to dig deeper under the bed again.

“Oh God,” she groaned.“There’s more?”

“Yep.And—aha!There it is.”Latching my hands around the pole, I yanked it out and held it up proudly.

Waverly lurched backward in horror.“What the hell isthat?”

“It’s a shepherd’s hook,” I said, tossing it from one hand to another, then twirling it for more pizzazz as I grinned at her.“Doubles as a walking staff.And this part right here.”I motioned to the curved end.“That’s to catch wayward sheep—or goats in your case.If one of your flock gets stuck in the mud or something, you just hook this little crook around their neck, like so, and?—”

“Keene,” she warned, lifting a finger when I extended the hook in her direction.“Don’t you even dare.”

I dropped the staff immediately and sent her a pleading glance.“Come on, Waves.Don’t you want to experiment, even a little?”Grinning mischievously, I lowered my voice and taunted, “I’ll let you catchmeby the neck and reel me in.”

Temptation swam in her gaze at that offer before she dropped her attention to the costume and grimaced.“But do I really have to wearthat?”

“Not outside this room,” I promised, unable to handle even the thought of anyone else seeing her in it.“I would have to kill everyone who looked at you.But in here…” I shuddered and grew a semi just thinking about it.“It’s cosplay, baby,” I cajoled, trying to use what little penis power I had on her.“Let’s have a little fun.”

She looked at me, not saying no.So I threw in a little frosting on top.“I’ll dress up for you too.As anything you want.”

Her eyes met mine, and I knew I’d just gotten my way.“Your cowboy hat,” she told me immediately, not even needing time to think it through.“Jeans—that pair I always tell you makes your butt look good.And boots.No shirt.”

“Wow.”My eyebrows spiked, equal parts charmed and surprised by how eager she was to seemedecked out in something playful.“But okay.”Slapping my hands together and rubbing them with relish, I grinned lasciviously.“Let’s do this.”

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We closedthe door and dressed on either side of the room, our backs to each other so we could turn around and do our costume reveals at the same time.

Even though I kept the shirt off as she requested, I found a black leather vest in the bottom of a drawer from back in my rodeo days I thought she might like, and I tugged that bad boy on before shimmying into my boots and grabbing my hat.

“Ready,” I called.“What about you?”

“Not even…close,” she growled in frustration and I could hear material stretching.“How many different parts come with this freaking torture device?”

“A lot,” I admitted happily, doing a little dance of eagerness as I waited.“The better to build anticipation as I peel them off you, my dear.”

“Oh Lord,” she groaned, and I could just hear her rolling her eyes with that tone.

It made me snicker before I smiled broadly.“You are so awesome for doing this.”

“Yeah, well, you better remember it for whenIwant something someday,” she grumbled.

Since I already planned to always give her anything she wanted, I only shrugged, completely unconcerned.“You got it, darlin’.”

“Alright,” she finally announced.“I think—grr—okay.I think I’m ready now.”

“Really?”

“Yep.Count down from three?”she asked.

“Whatever you say, Mistress,” I murmured, my blood pounding in anticipation.

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