“You won’t find a price, love.That’s for me to know and you to never find out.”
She crosses her arms over her chest and faces me.
“This goes toward me ‘maxing out,’” yes, she uses air quotes, “that card and I amnotpaying you back,” she demands.
I smirk, stalk across the room, and finger the gown in her hands.
“Seeing you in these dresses will be payment enough,” I confess.
Her pupils shrink, and her cheeks flush a pretty pink.
“Who says you’ll get to see?”she challenges.
I push an escaped tendril of hair back into her ponytail.
“Baby doll, I can always have the partition removed,” I warn.
With an impressive eye roll, she pushes my hand away and turns her attention to the rack of clothes.
Eager for the exclusive experience of watching her model the most sought after dresses in all of NYC, I cross back over the room and halfheartedly flip through the hangers on the men’s rack nearest the couch.
Audrey selects four gowns from the first rack and eyes the remaining dresses with dismay before disappearing behind the partition.The thin screen with oriental designs painted between the support allows enough light to pass through for me to enjoy her silhouette as she strips.
Pulsing at the base of my spine warns of my slipping control.I sit on the couch to hide my hard on and pour two glasses from the pitcher of iced lemon water on the side table.
Downing an entire glass of frigid water does nothing to cool my ardor, but I can’t tear my eyes from the screen.
My baby doll steps out from behind the partition and heads straight to the mirrors.
She’s gorgeous, but the thin line of her lips reveals she’s unimpressed.
“My soon-to-be bride deserves only the best.If you don’t like it, try the next one.Try them all.You’ll never have a spending limit, baby doll.”
She glances at me through the mirror before disappearing behind the partition again.
After trying on—and approving—the next two dresses, she relaxes into the experience, so I stand and select a suit from the rack.
I strip out of the top half of my suit and drape the material over the back of the couch.The cool air brushes over my naked chest.After sitting and taking off my shoes, I rise and remove my pants.
With my selected trousers halfway up my legs, Audrey huffs and stomps out from behind the partition.
My cock stiffens in my boxer briefs so quickly my head goes hollow at the sight of her clutching a strapless plunge sweetheart neckline dress to her breasts.The material gapes at her sides since the back isn’t zipped.
She jerks to a stop and roams hungry eyes over me.I pull my trousers up my thighs and onto my ass, but don’t dare adjust the front for fear of losing control.
I stalk across the room toward her.Her appreciative stare strokes my ego as nothing else ever has.
When she lifts glazed green orbs up at me, my balls clench.
I turn her around by her bare shoulders and bite back a groan at the view.The expanse of soft, freckled skin begs for me to touch and taste while the lace waistband of her panties hints at the treasure trove of feminine perfection hidden underneath.
I trail a fingertip along the top of the lace and struggle to breathe as her skin goosebumps in response.She aims vibrant emerald eyes over her shoulder at me.
Desire pounds through me.My cock tests the endurance of my underwear.
I pinch the zipper and drag my knuckles up her spine as I zip her dress.
“Thank you.”
