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I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I’m here.”
“Are you all right, you went very quiet.”
“Yeah, I’m just a little thirsty,” I croaked and chuckled.
Billie immediately got my inference. “Ah, James is there,” she stated, as if she heard desire in my tone. “I’m going to let you go, but we need to do that dress shopping. Call me and we’ll set something up for later this week.”
James must have heard me concluding the call, and came back to the living room with a baby pink lace lingerie set and a smug little smile on his face. Coming toe to toe with me, he dragged his T-shirt off me with one hand, took a step back, and sighed appreciatively.
“Here, for goodness sake cover yourself up, woman,” he said in a mock scolding tone and held out the underwear to me.
“I was covered until you stripped me bare, and these are hardly going to make a difference,” I replied, bunching them up in my hands when I’d taken possession of them.
“They’re the difference between dragging you back into that room and fucking you senseless, and taking time out to admire the view,” he replied wittily.
“So let me get this straight, I put these on so you can sit staring at me?”
“Yes … no. You put those on, and I’ll sit appreciating you without touching … a bit like a wine connoisseur, they enjoy the flavor of the wine without getting drunk.”
I laughed. “You can be so funny sometimes.”
“My beautiful woman in fine lace lingerie is no laughing matter,” he scolded with a humorous tone, as he drew the back of his fingers down my breastbone. “I need something to get me through the tedium of my emails.” He shrugged. “And it would be nice if I had a little distraction from the dry boring content now and again.”
With a wink, he dipped his head and took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked it hard. A breathy hiss left my mouth at his unexpected, intimate gesture. Taking the lingerie back out of my hands, he released my breast with a pop. Separating the two pieces of flimsy underwear, he shook out the panties, and held them out for me to step into.
Following his demand, I poked my feet through the leg holes, and he dropped to his knees. Kissing a slow sexy trail up each leg, I rolled my head to the side and closed my eyes, enjoying his mouth on me. When he pulled them over my hips, he spun me away from him, and took a gentle bite of my ass over the lace and sucked. I moaned when a pang of desire shot up my spine. He growled and stood up.
“Fuck, you are way too distracting. I’m trying hard not to drag you back into that bedroom, but I obviously have a sadistic nature, because I’m torturing myself. Get the bra on,” he muttered gruffly and slapped my ass softly, before he wandered across the room and planted himself on the couch, still naked, with his laptop.
Being the wrong side of forty and sitting in lingerie, just over a week from my wedding, had felt a little ridiculous, but it was a small concession to the man who obviously thought I warranted that kind of attention.”
Sitting at the table, I pulled out my tablet and began to answer my emails as well. As we worked in silence, he occasionally glanced up and I’d catch him. During those little moments, he gave a naughty smirk or a wink but made no comment before he turned his attention back to his work.
After a while, I settled into his little voyeur session and each stolen glance he took had my heart fluttering. Being objectified by a man wasn’t something I’d have ever accepted but I was happy to do it for James. Ultimately it had felt very flattering, it amused me, and James had gotten a kick out of it. With everything he’d been through with me, I hadn’t minded in the least.
“Are you going barefoot in the sand when we get married?”
“I am.”
“Good … me too.”
“But I’m not getting married in lingerie,” I added, glaring over at him and he chuckled.
“Good, no man other than me is ever going to see you wearing sexy underwear again.”
“Maybe my gynecologist.” I winked playfully and he scowled. I sighed dreamily. “Where the hell did you come from? Everything you’ve been through with me and have subsequently learned about me, yet you have never put me down.”
“Why would I put you down when I’d much rather lay you down?”
“Did you just make that up on the spot?”
“I think so,” he said, chuckling. “Corny?”
“Perfect,” I replied, “It was a great answer.”
“Let’s hope they keep coming then,” he replied, standing and crossing the room toward me. He bent over me where I sat, slid his hand behind my neck, and kissed me. Electricity fired off in all directions because it was a devouring kiss, the kind of kiss that claimed me as his. Breaking away, he stood and clasped his hands behind his head. James was erect again and had the look of a man torn.
“Let’s go out and eat,” he said, reluctantly. I think you deserve it, since I’ve been objectifying you all morning. My way of thanking you for indulging me.”
