“Excellent solution.”He told the clerk to ring them up, giving Lara no further opportunity for argument.“The only thing missing is jewelry.”
“Absolutely not,” Lara said.
“We have some nice costume pieces,” the woman supplied helpfully.
He wandered to the necklaces while Lara changed back into her own clothes and paid for the purple dress.A little while later, she joined him.
“No arguments,” he said before she could open her mouth.“Try this.”He removed the triangle-shaped pendant and fastened the choker around her neck.It was ridiculous how much he liked the way it looked.“It’ll do until we can get you a real collar.”
Her eyes widened.“You’re scaring the crap out of me.Your contract said that would only be for when we attended lifestyle events.”
He nodded.“We’ll talk about it.Will you wear the necklace?Not as a symbol, but because it will look nice with the dress?”
“Connor.”
“Your choice, Lara.I won’t force you.”
“I’ll consider it,” she hedged.
“Fair enough.”He unfastened the clasp then went to pay for his purchases.
Within five minutes, they were on the way home.The tissue-wrapped necklace was stowed inside the garment bag, but he’d left the pendant behind.
“So you bought me a dress instead of paying off the debt of a medium-sized corporation?”
“A small one,” he agreed.
He let them both into the house, and he said, “Can I pour you a fresh glass of wine before I take my shower?”
“I can get it, if you’d like?”
“Yeah.”He wanted her to feel totally at ease, find her way around the kitchen, make her mark on it like he intended to leave his on her.
He left the bag in the bedroom closet before heading into the shower.
She joined him in the bathroom.“Is it okay if I fix my makeup in here?Or do you want me to do it somewhere else?”
“This is fine.”The intimacy of the scene didn’t escape him.She was the first woman he’d had in his loft.If things worked the way he envisioned, this would become a habit.
After rinsing off the soap, he sluiced the water off then exited the stall.Belatedly, he reached for a white towel and wrapped it around his hips.
She had turned and was looking at him.She was wearing the black dress.She’d layered on a smoky gray eye shadow, touched up her mascara, and a tube of lipstick was suspended in front of her.She’d swiped a touch of red across her lower lip, but the top was alluringly bare.“Ah…”
“Yeah.Don’t think that beating your hot ass and licking your pussy hasn’t affected me.”
She put down the lipstick.“You say stuff like that on purpose.”
He crooked a finger at her and she went to him.
He kissed her, sucking her lip into his mouth then devouring her.She lifted up to thread her hands into his hair.
The towel fell and his cock pressed against her dress.
With her eyes closed, she responded completely to him.No matter the words that sometimes came out of her mouth, her body told the truth.She wanted him, and she was willing to submit.
Since they still needed to make it to dinner, he reluctantly ended the kiss.“I’m afraid I’ve made a mess of your lipstick.”
“I’m more than okay with that.”
