Page 108 of Powerful Deception

If I were wearing panties, they would be soaking wet right now.

I can’t even think of any coherent to say.

This is what this man does to me, he leaves me a coherent mess.

“So the dress is okay?” Is the dress okay? Really? I could of told him to rip the dress right here and now, but instead I ask if the dress is okay?

I guess my brain is also oxygen deprived around him.

“The dress is okay.” He says turning me and placing a kiss on the lips. One that he cuts a little too short.

Dante lets out a small laugh when I give him a pout and he rewards me with another kiss.

“Are you ready to?”

I give him a nod. “Yes, I just need my shoes.”

We walk out of the bathroom and I beeline it to Dante’s closet.

The master bedroom has two massive walk in closets, one of them Dante’s and one of them Angelina’s.

When my stuff slowly started to make their way into the room, Dante offered me the other closet. But I saw it in his eyes, how much it hurt to even make the offer. He tried to hide it, but I was still able to catch it.

It hurt me too. Angelina was only gone one year and I was invading her space. I was sleeping in her bed, in her room with her husband, taking over her closet didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel right for Dante to move her stuff out all so I can move it.

He was still married to her, she was still his wife and she will be for as long as he lives.

If he wasn’t ready to get rid of her things just yet, I wasn’t going to push him. So I declined and took over a section of his closet.

He looked relieved when I did it.

Grabbing the shoes that I picked up last week, I head back to the room and find Dante sitting on the bed putting on his watch.

The way his arm flex doing that small thing, makes me wish he does rip off my dress.

As I walk over to him, I get an idea.

Instead of taking a seat next to my boyfriend, I stay standing, holding out the shoes to him and placing a foot on his lap.

Dante looks up at me questionably, a hand going directly to my calf.

“Help me put them on?” I say, trying my hardest to give him a seductive smile.

I dangle the shoes on the tips of my fingers and I start to think my plan is about to fail, when Dante takes a shoe.

His hand drops from my calf and he goes to unclasp the strap, so I take the opportunity to steady myself. I stand on my left foot and let my right foot travel from his hip up his body.

This boldness is making me sexy as hell.

As the strap of the shoe comes loose, I slide my foot along the buttons of his shirt. Dante grabs my foot and slides on the show, keeping my gaze like he did in the bathroom as he does the clasp.

One the heel is secure, I make sure to move it slowly down his body, applying small amounts of pressure along the away.

A groan slips out when the heel grazes his crotch area, a little harder than expected.

Oops.

Once my foot safely makes it to the ground, I steady myself and lift up my left foot and do the same thing.

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