Page 68 of Tales You Win (Grim & Beast Duet 1)

Stepping forward I reach for the zipper, pinching it between my thumb and finger. My knuckle grazes her spine as I slowly pull it upwards. When the zipper reaches her mid back, I sweep Kate’s hair over her shoulder, moving it out of the way.

She shivers. My cock leaps.

Our gazes lock in the mirror.

And for just a moment the world stops fucking spinning.

It’s just me and Kate, standing inches apart in this tiny changing room with nothing but my resolve standing in the way of me fucking her against the cool glass of the mirror whilst Collette and Miranda listen on the other side of the curtain. My fingers slide beneath the material ever so slightly and I can’t help but let out a rumble of appreciation at the silky smoothness of her skin.

I swear to fuck electricity sparks between us, I can feel it zapping over fingers and heading straight to my cock.

“Beast?” she whispers, her eyelids drooping slightly as the pad of my thumb traces up her spine.

I stare at the strip of flesh wanting so badly to chase my touch with my tongue, to lick up her back and across her shoulders to her neck so that I can suck and lick and bite her in that erogenous zone that most men are too fucking stupid to realise turns a woman into liquid fucking pleasure. It ain’t just about the tits and pussy, there are many places on a woman’s body that touching, licking and sucking in the right way will turn her on just as much.

Like the spot behind a woman’s knee for example, or her inner thigh, the curve of her ankle, the soft underside of her wrist, the mound of her pussy, the underside of her rib cage, the palm of her hand…

I could go on.

The pulse in my cock throbs, and every part of me is strung tight with wanting her.

Fuck. I really need to keep my goddamn hands to myself.

“Beast?” Kate questions, louder this time.

I swallow hard, forcing myself to zip the dress up the rest of the way, and removing my hands. “Sorry, the zipper got caught on the material,” I lie.

Our eyes meet and she nods. “Thank you.”

“S’alright,” I reply gruffly, staring at her reflection in the mirror. I was right, this dress does fit her like a glove. She looks like an absolute knockout in it. “You look beautiful.”

The words are out before I can stop them from falling out of my mouth.

Kate’s cheeks flush pink but she maintains eye contact with me. My fucking balls ache at the look she gives me, and my dick can’t understand why I’m not currently buried to the hilt inside her sweet, sweet pussy.

“You were right, this dressisperfect,” she says, smoothing her hands over the material.

“It’s not the dress that’s perfect, Princess, and don’t you ever let any arsehole tell you otherwise. You’re a motherfucking goddess,” I say before twisting on my feet and stepping out of the changing room and as far away from fucking temptation as possible.

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