Kiss my neck.
“May I help?” a voice calls out.
I jump, and we turn as one, the electricity gone.
We then recheck my gown in the mirror. “Shall we get it?” I ask.
Harry is back, standing calmly behind me. I like it, and he looks hot in his suit. As he nods, I smile and pull my hair aside. “If you will?”
I feel his warm hands on my neck and back. They feel just like last time. Just like that night. Electricity sparks, and it runs along my neck, across my chest, and to my breasts and nipples. As I look into the mirror, I watch him slowly unzip my dress.
He adjusts his fingertips on my neck to keep me in position. He then slides the fine zip down more. It feels divine, and I am in heaven.
Ever so slowly, he zips the dress down. Finally, it is down all the way. I am not wearing a bra, and one of my arms covers my full breasts.
Below, the dress has gathered at my butt. I am not wearing panties, and I know he can now see.
As I hear him growl, I lift my chin. He can have me here and now; he can have me against the wall.
I turn, holding the gown up with one hand as I cover by breasts with the other.
Our eyes are locked, and no one is moving.
Slowly, I step behind a gold swing door, and our eyes are still locked and holding. As I let the gown drop to the plush whitecarpet, I step from it. I am completely naked, but I am completely hidden.
“Please?” I ask, crouching and handing the dress to him.
Harry is now aware I am completely naked and completely shaven like before.
He holds my gaze as he takes the gown.
I pull on my black lace thong and matching bra. We do not break eye contact, and I pull up my black leather trousers.
After, I yank on the tight black T-shirt. My nipples are hard, and his eyes are dark. Electricity is sparking as I play with him and play withus.
It is as hot as F, and I amwet.
Finally, I walk out with my shoes on and touch his perfect jaw. I run a long finger along it and close his mouth. Harry shakes his head and closes his eyes. “You horrific tease.”
I smile inside, but I keep my outer look cold.
It was pure theater, and it was all me. I give him a wink, and I do it slowly. “Two can play at entertainment,” I say. “You do not own the space.”
Harry shakes his head and ushers me out. “Out, now.”
As I wait nearby,I study black velvet chokers. I then watch him finish paying and receive the stunning gown in its bag.
Harry then eye-fucks me, and he does it all the way to the door. There, he holds it open for me.
I take his arm again, and we swan down Rodeo Drive for his limo.
I smile in the warm Beverly Hills sun. I adore the sun,and I am adoring my day. Out of the blue, he growls, “Do you think all stowaways get the same treatment?”
“No, just me,” I say as he opens my door. I smile, and I slide in. Into his life, and into what is becomingours.
As we drivethrough Beverly Hills and I put the new shoe box on the ground, Harry explains we are staying at the famous Beverly Hills Hotel. I have heard of it, and it is classy.
Actually, classy as heck. Famous stars stay there, and some while shooting actual movies.
