“Then I’m gonna need you to trust me.”
Jessica Rabbit… but shorter dress.
Mm. Oh, and we’re going to fuck like bunnies.
Let’s get her dressed. Then naked.
My cock stirs again, blessedly awake, thinking of every filthy thing I want to do to her.
Her breath catches. My reflection smirks back at her. I reach past her, my chest brushing her back, and pull out a dress. It’s a deep wine red—short, silky, strappy—the kind that would definitely catch some attention and more importantly...
Jessica Rabbit.
I hold it up against her body, the fabric whispering against her skin.
Fuck me, I’m good.
“This one,” I say, voice rough. “It’s the color of temptation.”
Fucking temptation. Yeah. Mine. Everyone’s.
Her gaze flicks up to mine in the mirror, cheeks flushing.
“You mean… sin.”
Put it on, so I can take it off.
I grin, leaning down until my lips graze the curve of her ear.
“Same thing, isn’t it?” She swallows hard, her hand coming up to steady the dress against her chest. I can see the pulse fluttering at her throat, can feel the tension vibrating between us. My fingers slide up her sides, over her ribs.
“Put it on for me,” I whisper. “Let me see you.”
She hesitates, glancing back at me, a tremor in her breath.
“Stay,” she says quietly.
I do. Her fingers fumble with the hem of the shirt before she finally lifts it over her head. For a second, I forget how to breathe.
WHO’S STUPID IDEA WAS IT TO GO OUT.
Every line, every curve, lit by the soft white light—
Sera steps into the dress, pulling the straps over her shoulders. I move behind her again, zipping her up slow, deliberately slow. My knuckles skim the length of her spine. Goosebumps rise in their wake. When I finish, I stay close, my mouth right at her ear.
“You look dangerous, Seraphina. You walk into a club wearing this, and I’m gonna have to knock someone out before the end of the night.”
Her soft laugh trembles through the air, and she leans back against me.
“You think I can pull it off?”
I kiss the spot where her shoulder meets her neck.
“Baby, you were born to be seen. To be worshipped.”
She stays pressed against me, watching me in the mirror like she’s not sure if she wants to kiss me or confess her sins. Herhands twist together at her waist, fidgeting like she’s afraid of the way she looks.
“Hey,” I murmur, turning her gently until she’s facing me. “You’re beautiful.” Her lip’s part, ready to argue. I shake my head before she can. I saw her eying the makeup bag before she put the dress on. “Don’t. You don’t need makeup to be noticed, but…” I grab the small black bag from the vanity and unzip it. “You’ve never been to a club before. So maybe we make it a first.”
