Page 29 of Pretty Please Me
“Try on the rest of the garments to make sure they fit. I’m just going to step outside and give you some privacy. I’ll meet you at the counter when you’re finished.”
I nod as I stare back at him and bite my lip before adding, “Yes, sir.”
This earns me an approving smile before he turns on his heel, leaving me alone in my soaking-wet lingerie.
I slap my forehead to bring myself back to reality. Holy shit, this man is going to eat me alive… and I can’t say I’m mad about it, either. I hurry back to my dressing room and almost have a heart attack when I see he added a Meredith to the pile when I wasn’t looking.
It takes some finagling, and I have to refer to the instructions on the tag several times, but I finally manage to get her on with all the straps in place. After looking in the mirror, I take a step back in shock. I spin and take in the view from every angle, pushing my old mindset down to the very back of my brain.
It’s bold and confident and completely unexpected… I look sexy as hell in this collection of strings. I try to imagine what Trent’s face would be like if he took off my clothes to find me wearing this underneath. Now that’s something I bet he’d remember.
After gushing over myself enough, I carefully strip out of Meredith and move her to the keep pile, then carry the winners out to the register where Sam’s waiting.
“I’m craving something sweet.” He waggles his brows.
My heart skips a beat, unsure of what he means. “You are?”
He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, then touches the tip of my nose. “I am. How about we stop for ice cream on the way home?”
“Oh,” I let out an anxious breath. “Yeah, that would be great.”
He takes the bag and then throws his free hand over my shoulder, pulling me into his side playfully. “So, what’ll it be, chocolate or vanilla?”
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Sam
Of two things I’m completely certain. Maggie really loves ice cream,andshe has no clue how irresistible she is.
I had to grip the steering wheel so tightly nearly lost sensation in my hands at one point on the way home.
This whole day has been a whirlwind of mixed emotions, with some confusing boners tossed in.
I can’t decide if I need a good fuck or to take out my anger on a punching bag… or maybe both?
The thought of Maggie being taught something so disgusting by the adults who were supposed to love her—or at least help prepare her for the rest of her life—makes me want to go completely feral. No wonder she isn’t confident in her body. She’s literally been programmed to think of herself as a walkingnightmare.
I grip the bathroom counter and stare at my reflection as I take a long deep breath to calm myself. Underneath my eyes, the skin is shaded a blueish hue from exhaustion. I haven’t had a full night’s sleep since the night Maggie came home with me. It’s not her fault my fucked-up brain enjoys torturing me, reminding me that she’s just in the other room and just how long it’s been since I’ve had sex.
Thirty-three days… but who’s counting.
Natalie really picked a shitty time to end things, waiting until the day I returned from my month-long international trip. I could’ve at least cleared the pipes with a couple of randoms if I’d known I was coming back to be alone.
I didn’t even have time to recalibrate before jumping into whatever this fucked up friendly arrangement is with Maggie, and now, I can’t get the image of her in that fucking lingerie out of my mind. I think it’s burned into my brain permanently.
We’re supposed to start our lessons tonight, but I don’t know how I can manage with this raging boner that pops up every time I think of her… which is a fucking lot.
I walk to the shower and turn it to the hottest setting before stepping inside to the billowing steam. The scalding water burns and soothes my aching muscles, and I start to relax. I plant one hand on the cool tile wall and grip my rock-hard cock with the other as I work myself, creating delicious friction. A fresh image of Maggie flashes in my mind, and I grit my teeth as I try to shake her away and replace her with Natalie or anyone from my past, but she keeps coming back, haunting me with big doe eyes and fuck-me lips.
Fuck it. I don’t have the strength to fight it anymore.
I deepen my strokes and close my eyes as I let myself succumb to the fantasy.
Maggie’s wearing black lingerie sitting on her knees in the living room, waiting for me when I come home from a long day of traveling. She looks sexy as sin with her wild, tousled red hair hanging down her back, waiting patiently like such a fucking good girl for me.
I move a little closer, and she sucks in a breath, her gorgeous tits barely covered by the thin silk ribbon holding them. The hem of the nightie rides up, allowing her supple ass cheeks to peek through on each side. She’s wearing a red silk blindfold, and her hands sit in her lap, clasped in leather cuffs. She’s ready to be tied up, just as I like it.
“I see you missed me. I missed you as well.” I loosen my tie and stride toward her. Once I reach her, I pull her up to her knees by her cuffs. “I see you wore my favorite lipstick.”
