“Kandie will bring it. I trust her taste. She did get your sizes, right?” he asks, his eyes never leaving mine. I nod, feeling very self-conscious under his intense gaze.
I leave my bra on and pull off my biker shorts, leaving me in the matching set I bought from Shein.
“Knock, knock,” Kandie says. Beckett gets up and opens the door, taking the items that she hands him. He shuts the door and sits back down.
“Here, these,” he says, hanging me purple lace that looks like it will barely cover anything.
My breathing picks up as he watches me.
I take off the remaining layers and put on the bikini covers and pasties in case they don’t fit or if he doesn’t like them.
He doesn’t say anything as he watches me change.
I don’t think my heart has ever beat so fast. I’ve never been so nervous about something in my life.
When I have the lace on my body, I turn and look at myself in the mirror. I look good.
That isn’t something that I normally think about myself. But staring at myself right now, I’m reminded of the mirror sex we had not that long ago. I feel my body flush at the memory.
He gets up and wraps his arms around me.
It’s a simple lacy thong and an almost sheer bra. The purple lace complements my skin tone really well.
“This one is for sure coming home with us.”
He brushes my hair off my neck, and he gently places a kiss on my skin. “You look so fucking gorgeous, baby.”
I try to hold his eye contact in the mirror, his eyes dark as he watches me check myself out.
“I like it,” I whisper.
“Good, because I would have bought it, anyway,” he says, undoing the clasp and helping me out of the set before folding it up and setting it in what will be theyespile. He grabs a different set.
This one looks like a sleep set. A black silk cropped tank with black lace panties. He helps me pull it on.
His hands rarely leave my body as I get into the new pieces.
His lips find my neck again, and he leaves soft, barely there kisses. My head tilts to the side, and my eyes flutter closed.
I shouldn’t be so turned on. He has this way of making me feel sexy, and this strange power of making me like the person who stares at me in the mirror.
His hands slowly dance over my skin as he pays attention to my neck.
He’s in no hurry, his lips moving over the smooth skin before he pulls away, and our eyes meet in the mirror.
“This one is coming home with us. too.”
I try on set after set. All different kinds, and I feel confident and sexy in every piece I put on.
It doesn’t help that he’s touching me in ways that he shouldn’t when we’re out in public. Beck’s hands are all over my body, and his lips follow.
I’ve never been so turned on and frustrated at the same time. It’s a weird line to walk, but I know that he’s doing it on purpose. I’m not sure what his end goal is, but I’m squirming, and I can’t help but want to ask him for more.
“The things I’d do to you in this, baby,” he whispers, and my knees almost give out on me.
I don’t think that I’ll be able to handle any kind of dirty talk.
“I should punish you for how you’ve been acting today. You’ve been very naughty, baby, paying for all my things,” hesays, and I whimper as his hand plays with the edge of the panties.
