“No one is going to touch me.”
“They’ll want to. They’ll picture it. Imagine you naked.”
I wrinkle my nose. “They won’t.” He opens his mouth. “But even if they did,” I continue, “it shouldn’t matter.”
His fists clench.
I sigh. “It doesn’t matter if people look. They’re not the ones I want touching me. It’s not their bed I’m going home to.”
That earns a slow smile. “That’s right. You’ll be inourbed.” He bites his lip. “Okay. Try another. I won’t be so judgey.”
The last dress is an elegant black midi with pleated, flaredsleeves and a side split. Modest, but sexy. Flattering without showing too much.
“That one,” Eli murmurs from his seat. He’s completely still, like he’s restraining himself.
“Why?”
“Because it’s the first one you’ve looked comfortable in all day.”
And fuck him for being right again.
Every time he said no, I’d been secretly relieved. Too much skin. Too much fat. Too muchme.
But this one feels… right.
Looking in the mirror, I smile.
As I start to undress, Eli’s hands cover mine on the zip, lowering it for me. My breath catches as he slowly peels the fabric from my body.
He stands behind me, the heat of him scorching my newly exposed skin.
Our eyes lock in the mirror. His fingers brush over my bra, a shudder racing through me, before trailing lower and slipping beneath the elastic of my underwear.
“Eli,” I whisper—I don’t know if I want him to stop or keep going.
“Shh, Angel. You don’t want them to hear, do you?” His breath is hot against my ear.
My hips jolt as he presses against my clit. A squeak escapes me and his hand slaps over my mouth.
He dips two fingers into my already dripping pussy, his thumb staying on my clit, driving me mindless with pleasure.
My head tips back, resting against his firm shoulder, his hand still covering the whimpers and moans I can’t control.
“Let go, Angel,” Eli murmurs, his voice rough in my ear.
My hips buck wildly as my orgasm crashes over me, blinding pressure rippling across my skin and through my core.
Eli muffles the sounds tearing from my throat until I collapse against him, spent, satiated. My eyelids droop.
He pulls his fingers free, then wraps his lips around them, sucking away the remnants of my release.
The sound he makes has my clit throbbing all over again.
But then he’s helping me back into my clothes, calling theassistant in as if nothing happened. He hands her the dress we chose and asks her to find matching accessories and recommend the best tux to complement me.
By the time she’s back with the perfect combinations, my head is spinning.
Eli hands everything to the girl at the register.