Page 152 of Dirty Husband
"He's done this before."
"You've brought other—"
"To men I know. And a few women." He runs his fingertips along my chin. Then down my neck. Over my collarbone. "It's a gift certificate to La Perla."
"Oh."
"If you want to be generous, you can say he's—"
"Big-hearted?"
He nods. Brings his lips to my neck. A soft kiss. It's tender. Gentle even.
Then it's harder.
Still tender but with a raw need beneath it.
"If you want to be cynical, you can say he gets off on knowing he's in our bedroom." Shep kisses me a little harder. "Or you can take my stance."
"Yeah?"
"I don't care about his motives if I can fuck you senseless in the dressing room."
"Oh."
"Princess?"
Oh. That's an actual invitation. I nod.
His smile gets wicked. That smile that meansyou have no idea what I'm going to do to you.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Jasmine
The store is unassuming.
Yes, the expensive garments are gorgeous. But the place looks like any upscale lingerie shop in Manhattan.
Slick robes in black.
Lace bras with floral print.
Panties with mesh butterflies.
An impossibly tiny thong that looks as expensive as it is.
Functional bodysuits in beige, tan, black.
A garter belt with a several-hundred-dollar price tag.
It's like something out of an old movie. Completely unnecessary for the weather here—it's far too warm and sunny for thigh highs—but still inviting.
A secret sex appeal. Something that hides under good girl clothes.
I guess that's everything here. No one will know I'm wearing a sheer black bra and panty set under my simple sundress.
They're even the same color.
