"I have jewelry already. I'll wear what I have. You've done enough," she said firmly.
"Okay," I told her. But I was still going to buy her jewelry anyway. "Does that mean you're ready to model your new lingerie?"
"I have a meeting," she replied, raising up on her toes to kiss me. "Someone has to make sure you get your conference center. But maybe I'll have a little treat for you if you stop by tonight!"
49
Hazel
"Look who had a fairytale afternoon," Olivia said when she came to my café with me after our meeting with the Harrogate Trust. My bags and boxes with the shoes and lingerie from the shopping trip were haphazardly spread on the café tables.
I couldn't stop the goofy grin from spreading over my face.
"This is nuts. You have to show me all the stuff he bought you."
"It wasn't a lot," I said as Olivia opened up the shoe boxes.
"He just gave them to you? He must really like you."
"His mom doesn't seem to think so," I muttered.
"Has she been back to harass you?" Olivia demanded. "You should tell the police."
"I can't call the police on Archer's mom!"
* * *
After Olivia left,I wandered around the café, organizing all the boxes for the upcoming judges' visit. I also prepped Archer's surprise. All the talk of edible underwear was enough to inspire me to finish my creation.
I tried them on once I finished the piece. They weren't extremely flattering, but I hoped Archer would think they were funny and sexy at least. After taking them off, I set up my easel for another painting. There was an Etsy order for a kitten in a bushel of carrots. I put on some music as I sketched, in a fine line of acrylic, the outline of where each element would be. Then I started the first layer of color, mixing oranges, yellows, and browns together.
"Back at work, painting?" a man asked. I yelled, and the paintbrush flew out of my hand.
"You ruined my shirt," Archer said, his voice deep and dangerous.
"Sorry," I said sheepishly, reaching for a rag. But he gripped my wrist.
"You want to make it up to me?" he asked. His breath was hot against my mouth.
I immediately felt wet. "I did promise you a surprise."
He pushed down my shirt and sucked at my nipple, his hand gliding under the long shirt. "You're not wearing any panties. I'm going to enjoy this surprise," he growled.
"That wasn't the surprise—I forgot to put them back on."
"Why were they off?" he asked, his hands digging possessively into my hips. I rubbed my nose on the bare chest skin exposed by his unbuttoned dress shirt.
"Sit tight, and I'll show you," I said, pushing him onto the couch. Then I ran into the bed closet and carefully laced up the edible underwear and bra I had made. The bra was made of several strips of the raspberry fruit leather, with little heart pasties to go over my nipples, which were already hard, thinking about him sucking the lingerie off of them. The underwear was high-cut, the front and back triangles held together with another strip of the raspberry fruit leather.
I pranced out of the closet. "What do you think? Or actually, I guess, how does it taste?"
Archer was delightfully rumpled, with his shirt draped on the side of the couch. A slow grin spread across his face. He was hard through his boxer briefs.
"You actually made edible underwear," he said. "You bad little painter." He walked over to me and spun me around. "Nice lingerie. Too bad I'm going to have to rip it off with my teeth."
I laughed as he tore at the little fruity scrap of a bra. He sucked a nipple through the pasties then moved up to kiss me. I tasted the sweetness and the slightly sour punch of raspberry on his mouth.
I leaned over the stool I used to sit on while painting. Archer kissed down my back to the edible panties. He nuzzled them and licked me through them.
