“I’m rich and famous. Not a lot of people say no to me.” Beau shrugs.
That’s the first time he’s flexed his fame, let alone mentioned it. I would argue that those people are still shitty, except now I’m staring at his arms. He’s got matching brown leather bicep cuffs on each arm, accentuating his muscles in a way that’s designed to melt panties, surely. The tight black pants he’s wearing are simple, but they look like they were tailored to hug certain places on his body to make them stand out.
Might as well have a neon sign pointed at his dick that says, ‘Omega packing heat, no knot needed.’
I’m panting now. The only saving grace is his lack of scent. Or slick… I’m going to need several shots to cool this rising heat in my body.
On their own, all those details are sexy as hell, but for some reason the thick leather belt with a waist cloak made of thin dark green material and two metal chains draped over the fabric are my undoing. He looks like he just stepped through a portal from another world.
I’ll be fighting Alphas and Omegas off with a stick all night.
His face mask is a simple black satin material that covers everything except the lower half of his face. He bites his pouty bottom lip, and I have to look away before I get too worked up, and my body starts begging for a ride…
Once again, I’m trying really hard to ignore the trail of hair from his belly button to below his belt. Why is that so sexy?
“Fuck, it does, doesn’t it? Shit, it looks dumb, but I have nothing else to wear,” Beau huffs, looking dejected, all because I can’t form a coherent sentence.
“No! Sorry, no, you don’t look dumb at all…” I shake my head, clearing out the runaway thoughts about his sexy-as-sin body. Or the way he’s pouting. Especially not thinking about the way his hands would feel as he grips my hips.
“I was teasing. You know, like…you look so hot. There's no way you can wear that outside!” I giggle, but it’s so breathless I just sound like I’m gasping for air.
Brilliant delivery, Dream.
I turn away from him to hide my blush.
“No one is going to be able to think straight with you walking around in that.”Literally.My thoughts are pure filth. “You look incredible, seriously.”
Removing the bathrobe hiding my outfit, I check the final product in the mirror, mostly needing to focus on something that isn’t Beau.
I look hot as fuck. Hopefully I’m not the only one with impure thoughts tonight.
I really love the dainty flower tiara I put in my hair. It pulls the whole look together. The dark green emeralds match the dark fairy vibe. Plus, sparkles. I love sparkles.
I’ll admit, the dress was a very bold choice, but I tried it on once, so I already knew how good it looked.
The dark green velvet material hugs every curve of my body, with a v-cut that dips to show off my cleavage. The sexiest details are the slits on the sides that reach all the way up to my hip bones. The front material is shaped like an upside-down triangle, so it’s not entirely scandalous. Of course, the thong will help prevent any accidental slip-ups.
The back is the same shape but slightly thicker to cover most of my ass from view. Of course you can still see the sides andthe crease under my cheeks that looks even sexier because of the thigh garters. They’re dark green velvet, with four straps that wrap around my upper thighs tightly. I picked them for the tiny rhinestone hearts on the front.
I wore fake pointed elf ears as well that have cute little chains that dangle in loops.
Lastly is a matching dark green closed-toe Mary Jane platform heel. Dark fairy vibes for sure. If I were working tonight, I’d be making enough to pay rent for the next several months.
Behind me, Beau groans. Long, low, husky, and full of need. I shiver, biting my lip.
I watch his reflection behind me in the mirror as he traces my body with his eyes. I’d feel less vulnerable with his hands on me. He can’t look at me like that. I’m too weak.
My little gasp draws his attention away from the curve of my ass and up to my eyes. When I lift my brow, his jaw snaps shut, his blush turning about four shades darker.
So we’re both going to be suffering tonight, it seems.
“You look like Tink if she was a succubus instead of a fairy,” he swallows, blinking before taking a deep breath, wincing when my scent gives away my naughty thoughts. “That dress is diabolical, Dream. Seriously. Fuck, I’ve never seen someone as stunning as you.”
Oh hell, my turn to blush. The compliment travels across my skin like the caress of a lover. I should beg him to tell me more.
Tell me what a good girl I am, Beau. I’ll be so good for you…
“Thank you,” I manage to whisper, hoping he doesn’t notice the needy way my body responds. I grab my matching mask off the bed and carefully put it on when I hear the hotel door beep. “Ope, they’re back!”Thank fuck.
