And I know exactly what to do with a weapon like that.
15
VICTORIA
Archie tugs at the shiny black bag swinging from my arm, offering to carry it for me. Even while I’m doing my utmost to rile him, he’s still the perfect gentleman.
‘Now you’ve had your fun, can we go home?’ he asks.
I link my arm through his again, revelling in the sensation of his muscles. He isallman. Those toys in the shop had nothing on the firm length pressed against me this morning.
‘As much as I can’t wait to try out my new toys, we have one more stop to make.’ Glee rings in every single syllable. This is too much fun. Libby will die when she hears about this.
Archie’s lips purse tightly. A jolt of satisfaction jumps inside my chest.
If the roles were reversed, and he was in his room pleasuring himself and thinking of me, I’d be so hot I’d beat the door down with my bare hands to get to him. But then again, he is Mr Iron Will. Which is precisely why we need to make a second stop.
I wasn’t joking when I said I always finish what I start.
The toys are mostly for show. Sure, they might come in handy, but the toy I really want is in Archie’s pants, and he knows it.
Kristina and Marissa’s lingerie boutique is a three-storey sand-coloured building on the corner of Fredrick Street. Thick dark carpet lines the concrete steps to the frosted glass-fronted doorway. The boutique’s name, Sublime Secrets,is etched in bold gold italics against a midnight blue background.
I nudge Archie up the steps, biting back my smirk.
‘What is this place?’ He scans the sign warily.
‘Marissa and Kristina’s lingerie shop.’
Inside, the low-ceilinged room is filled with a slow, sensual electro music. Dim, violet lighting illuminates an ornate display of lingerie opulence. There are no racks or rails here.Instead, stunning-looking lifelike mannequins display the exquisite range of designer lingerie for sale. High end, quality silk cut in every shape, style and colour line the room. There are cute, chic baby doll outfits. Stylish, sublimely sexy bodysuits. Hold ups, pinned with sheer suspender belts.
I feel like I’ve died and gone to lingerie heaven.
Ann Summers was a bit of fun, but this is a sophisticated, next-level sensual selection. Every item is stitched with class, style and luxury.
I brought Archie here with the hope of turning him on further. Driving him mad with desire. Mad enough that he’ll act on it. But it’s me who’s turned on. The thought of trying on some of these stunning pieces while Archie watches is as hot as hell. After all, he’s the one who insists on being five feet away from me at all times.
Maybe I’m no better than one of those flashers on the Tube. I want him to see me. I want him towantme.
Desire races through my blood, fuelling every cell with a primal lust.
His grip on my arm tightens, but I don’t look at him.
A stunning lace bodysuit catches my eye. The ivory material is virginal, but there’s nothing pure about the high-cut leg and the way the front dips to the navel in a V.
It speaks to me.
Archie’s eyes blaze over the same item, mirroring the exact same desire I feel.
‘That one.’ We utter the same two words at the exact moment. Our pupils lock in an unspoken agreement.
What we’re agreeing on exactly, apart from our mutual outstanding preferences of lingerie, is beyond me.
Is he finally giving in to me?
If so, I need to move quickly, before he changes his mind.
I catch a glimpse of Marissa, who’s dressed immaculately in a tailored burgundy pencil dress that showcases her hourglass figure. She’s instructing two equally pristinely- dressed cashiers on how to do something at the till.
