Page 153 of Dirty Husband
They're our secret.
Or they will be.
Shep whispers a command. "Pick out anything you want. Go to the dressing room. Change into it. And wait." His lips brush my neck. Then he pulls away. Goes to the saleswoman. Smiles as he slides something into her palm.
Enough cash for her to look the other way?
Or just the gift card from Marcus?
I ask myself if it matters. If her presence makes a difference either way. Do I want her listening? Do I want her gone?
The truth is, I don't care.
As long as I have him, I don't care who else is in the shop.
This is our dirty secret.
I try to take my time. To make him wait as I pore over every available garment. But this is an expensive shop. There are only so many options.
There.
That's perfect.
I take my new attire into the dressing room. Slowly, I strip out of my sundress and my more reasonably priced bra and panty set.
This isn't my usual thing. It doesn't even make sense with my wedding dress.
But it feels right, donning sheer white lace.
This thing that screams innocent, virgin bride. I haven't been innocent in a long time. But I still want him corrupting me.
My gaze shifts to the mirror. Three panels in the corner. Another on the door. It gives me a perfect view of my back, ass, legs.
I don't usually focus on how my body looks. Yes, I dress to impress. I style my hair. I make sure my clothes fit.
Yes, I take care of myself with healthy food and long walks. Sometimes, I manage an actual workout.
But I don't obsess over my looks. I'm slim, sure, but I'm also too short, with a barely there waist, and rather, erm, limited assets.
When I was younger, I hated my lack of T&A. I wanted to look like a Victoria's Secret model. Tall and long with full breasts and a round ass.
Over time, I stopped caring about my undefined waist and my lack of T&A. But I didn't love the way I looked. I didn't stare and thinkdamn, I'm hot shit.
Right now?
Right now, I'm the sexiest woman in the universe.
I have the same figure, but I look different. I feel different. Like a sweet angel waiting for a devil to corrupt her.
A vision.
A goddess.
Here, playing the good girl, enticing him to defile me—
Good thing I'm buying this thong. I'm already wet. I'm already shaking.
I brush my hair behind my ear. Apply an extra coat of lipstick. Something to drive him even more crazy.
