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“It’s too much. I’ve been a single mom on one income for a long fucking time. I clip coupons and watch for sales, and I don’t just toss a hundred grand in the wind.”
“You didn’t. You bought a whole bunch of fancy shit.”
“Oh my God.” I hang my head in my hands, and with a laugh, Carson hugs me close, and I bury my face in his chest. “I’m sorry.”
“Stop it. I’m glad you had fun. I told you, you can buy whatever the fuck you want. You should do that monthly.”
I snort and try to push away, but he holds me closer.
“I’m serious.”
“I’m not fancy.”
He pulls back enough to look at the bags and then back at me. “Looks like you are. Come on, show me some of your new stuff. Your side of the closet was looking pretty empty.”
“It was not, but I appreciate you trying to make me feel better.”
I sigh and reach for the first bag, which is, indeed, a Birkin.
In red ostrich.
And I have to admit, it’s so damn pretty.
I show him a Dior wardrobe, more bags, some jewelry, and then I reach for a shoe box.
“I forgot I bought these.”
He raises an eyebrow as I open the box, and nestled inside is a pair of black stiletto heels with red soles.
“I want you,” Carson says, his voice calm yet low, as he drags a hand down his face, “to take off all of your clothes and put those shoes on.”
My heart catches, and my core immediately tingles because I know that look in his eyes, and I can feel the sexual tension coming off him in waves.
“I’m sorry?”
“I didn’t fucking stutter, Sunshine.”
He stands and whips his shirt over his head, and my mouth goes dry.
Holy muscles, Batman.
“You can’t just strip like that without warning me.” Is that my voice, all breathy and needy?
“I can do whatever the fuck I want. If you don’t take your clothes off in three seconds, I’ll rip them off myself.”
I grab the other shoe and turn my back on him, walking to the closet.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
“To change.”
“No. Right there. I want to watch.”
“This is a new kink.”
Carson laughs and shakes his head. “Baby, you’ve always been my kink. That’s not new.”
With the self-confidence boost thanks to the lust written on every inch of him, I tug my shirt over my head and let it fall, then unclasp my bra, and it slides down my arms to the floor.
