Page 66 of By His Play

“Who knew my little Lucky could be so possessive?”

“I mean it, Kieran. Don’t.”

“She was?—”

“Beautiful and exactly your type?” I ask coldly.

He shakes his head.

“Nothing. She was nothing.”

“Let’s just forget the whole thing,” I say, attempting to wave him off.

“Effie, I didn’t even really see her. I don’t know what color her hair was, or what she was wearing.”

“So? None of that matters.”

He studies me closely before his eyes drop to the dress I’m wrapped in.

“You, however...” He moves closer. “This dress was made for you.”

When his eyes return to mine, I find something in them that I don’t think I’ve ever seen directed at me before. Something that makes my stomach knot and my thighs clench.

“I-it’s not done up,” I blurt, saying the first thing that comes into my mind.

Breaking eye contact with him, I spin around, giving him my back.

His breath catches, and my eyes jump to the mirror in front of me.

I find him staring down at my exposed skin like it’s something he’s never seen before, and my heart rate picks up as I wait for him to do something.

Anything.

“Kieran,” I whisper.

“Shit,” he mumbles under his breath, reaching for the zipper that sits just above my ass.

I suck in a breath as he slowly pulls it up, and I don’t release it until it gets stuck at my waist.

“It’s fine. Leave it th—” His eyes lift, meeting mine in the mirror, and my words cut off.

His face is set with determination, stopping me from saying another word.

Returning to the task, he pinches the fabric tighter around my waist and tugs harder.

The zipper moves, and I breathe a sigh of relief—until he tucks two fingers under it so he doesn’t catch my skin.

A gentle shiver goes through my body as goosebumps cover my skin and my nipples pebble behind the light fabric of the dress.

Thank fuck for the built-in bra.

“There,” he says once it’s fully fastened. “What do you think?”

He takes in my reflection; I don’t look down, though.

I can’t.

I’m too enthralled watching him.

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