Page 10 of His Personal Stripper

Chapter Four

Jack sat back as he watched the women work, wrapping a measuring tape around her waist, getting her height. Rachel wasn’t handling the attention all that well. He saw her wince and pull away as one of the women clearly hurt her.

“Gently,” he said, not liking to see the look of pain on her face.

Someone nodded, and within seconds they were gone.

“They’re like vultures.” Rachel rubbed at her arms.

His gut tightened as she looked lost. Getting to his feet, he wrapped one arm around her waist and tilted her head back to look down into her eyes. “You need some new clothes. Unless you want to walk around naked? I’ve got no problems with that. Some of the staff may be a little shocked that my woman has decided to go back to a time before clothes.”

She laughed. “I don’t want to go around naked.”

That was one of the things he liked about her. She didn’t want or need to impress anyone else.

“Good. I don’t share.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “Think of it as your own store.”

“They’re wondering what the hell a guy like you is doing with someone like me.”

“This is where you enter the judgmental world. They’ll always wonder. I’ve found the less you talk, the more they try to convince themselves something bad is happening.”

She tilted her head to one side. “How do you handle it?”

“By not giving them what they want. They’re always looking for ways of torturing you. Be in control of who you are. Don’t let them get into your head. Smile, laugh, and show them that no matter how much they bitch at you, you’re the better one.”

He stared at her mouth, and couldn’t resist a taste. Kissing her was like coming home. Being inside her was how he imagined heaven to be. In fact, there wasn’t a single thing about Rachel that he didn’t like.

She set him on fire with need, made him so consumed with wanting her, it drove him crazy.

One of the women entered, and his little fashion show would begin. Taking a seat, he saw them presenting certain colors, and when they were satisfied they got their choices right, they went to take her away.

“No need for that. She’s my woman. I want to see.”

Staring into Rachel’s eyes, he saw them flare, but he also saw the hard beads of her tits, which couldn’t disguise her own arousal. She wanted this as much as he did, and he always got what he wanted.

Within seconds they had her down to her underwear, and he made another note to go to a specialist lingerie shop.

For the next six hours, he watched his woman get transformed with so many different clothes. Casual jeans and shirts, dresses, skirts, floral prints, then into cocktail dresses and long gowns, in which he couldn’t wait to show her off at social functions.

He noticed whenever they mentioned functions and the attire needed, she’d bite down on her lip. While the women surrounded her, he let them finish dressing her up, and once they were all done and left her a set of clothes to dress in, he stood up.

She looked exhausted.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

She pulled up the pair of jeans, buttoning them before looking at him. They were a perfect fit, molding to her curvy figure like a second skin.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.”

“You don’t look like it’s nothing.”

“We never talked about going out, and me being your date.” She ran fingers through her long hair, dropping her hands down to her side, and expelling a breath. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

Cupping her face, he stared into her blue eyes. He moved her back until she was pressed against the wall. His cock hardened at the thought of taking her here and now, but he didn’t.

Slamming his lips down on hers, he plunged his tongue into her mouth, and at the same time, he took hold of her hands, pressing them above her head. His cock rested against her stomach, and if they were home right now, he’d lift her up, wrap her legs around his waist, and fuck her so hard that she didn’t even have to think about anything else.

“You’re Rachel Sterling. You’re not a coward, and there’s nothing in this world you can’t handle.” He’d trailed kisses down her cheek, getting to her ear. “Nothing.”

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