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Then he rubs my belly one more time before getting up.
“You can come down in the robe,” he adds before disappearing through the bedroom door.
When I follow him, I see a woman pushing a rack of clothes through the front door. Clutching the robe tightly around me, I carefully and quietly sit, halfway down the stairs.
Mack appears, directing traffic. Another cart comes through the front door, and then a third.
And then, as quickly as they arrived, the people are gone.
“You can come down,” he says, his voice sounding like he’s holding back laughter.
I scurry down the rest of the stairs. “What is this?”
He waves his hand at the sea of dresses, leggings, flowing tops, and denim. “Everything from a local maternity store in my best guess at your size. You can keep what you like and they’ll collect the rest.”
“What?”
“They’re clothes,” he says patiently. “For you. There’s underwear, too, since I made a mess of the ones you were wearing before.”
I turn the hottest shade of scarlet imaginable. “Ummm….”
“When I checked the tag on your dress to know what sizes to order, I saw that you washed them.” His voice turns husky, hiseyes locked on my face. “Damp panties hidden from sight. Were you embarrassed at how cum-soaked they were?”
Oh. My. God. “Y-yes?”
He grins, hard and pointed. The wolf is back. “No need to be embarrassed, little one. I’m sure we’ll ruin many pairs of panties together. Now, shall we pick a first outfit for you to try on?”
“Are you going to watch me?”
His dark brow shoots up. “Do you want me to?”
My head spins. “Yes,” I whisper. The relief I feel at confessing that feels delicious.
“Then I will watch.” He settles into an armchair and nods. “Take off the robe, Isabelle. Show me the baby bump I gave you.”
“Mack!”
“Don’t tell me you’re shy about it. Not my bold little girl.” His voice crackles with command and desire.
I take a deep breath and let the robe fall open.
He leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees, his gaze dark and magnetic.
I push the robe off my shoulders and it pools at my feet. “What do you want to see me in first?”
“Nothing,” he rasps. “You’re perfect, just like that.”
I blush and turn to the rack. I can feel his gaze sizzling against my bare back. The panties are…huge. Like regular underwear, but with a much longer waist and a stretchy front panel. But they are kind of pretty, a silky material with a cute pattern on them, so I step into them and tug them up, smoothing them over my bump.
“Ta da,” I say jokingly, turning around to model them for Mack.
His expression goes from feral hunger to soft indulgence in an instant. “Those are cute.”
I groan. “Nobody wants to be cute.”
“I could put you in my pocket. You’re always going to be cute.”
I grab the first dress I can reach and I yank it over my head. It’s a boho dress that floats over me and disguises the belly completely, but is voluminous enough to grow with my pregnancy. I love it, and I’m immediately hooked on the idea of a private shopping spree at Mack’s expense.
