Page 38 of Her Every Fantasy

Although I was happy to answer his questions about my business, I couldn’t pull my attention from the boxes. Had he looked? Did he have a favourite?

The hand on my waist trailed up and down my ribcage, drawing my attention back to Bryce.

His gaze was riveted on my mouth, sparking that wild anticipation that finally, after all these years, the pleasure of kissing Bryce Mortimer for the first time hovered in the near horizon.

‘Would you like a drink, Savvie?’

Despite my dry throat, I shook my head. ‘No, thanks.’ Now I was here, I wanted nothing to delay what was coming. ‘Want me to help you open the boxes?’ I asked.

‘Oh, I want. Very much,’ he replied gruffly.

There was something so infinitely hot about walking into Bryce’s manly dressing room it made my pussy clench with torrid excitement.

He left me at the large marble-topped centre island and fetched the first of the four oblong boxes. From a drawer he removed a penknife, handed it to me and I slit the edges open.

I smiled as he leaned forward in anticipation. Together we pulled aside the delicate dark purple wrappers and I let him lift the first item from the box.

It was a black playsuit, which consisted mostly of thin silk criss-crossed material held togetherby delicate purple netting. It was high on the waist and left very little to the imagination—just watching it in Bryce’s hand made me hot all over.

‘Gorgeous,’ he murmured, before glancing back inside the box. ‘Next.’

I lifted a lace body from its wrapping. The colours were reversed on this one, with the purple more prominent. But still it was a frivolous and feminine creation that covered the front and totally revealed the back. Bryce swallowed as he eyed the outfit. Then, eyes a little wild, he returned to the box and with each unveiling his face grew tighter, his breathing a little more erratic.

Halfway through the last box, he looked up at me. ‘You know how fucking hard I get imagining you wearing something you’ve created, just for me?’

I set aside the all-net, completely see-through bodysuit with purple and pink polka dots with shaking hands and tried to breathe through the lust fog engulfing us. If anyone had told me I’d be this turned on unboxing my own stuff, I’d have laughed. ‘Probably not as hot as it makes me.’

He gave a low, husky laugh. ‘We’ll see.’ He nodded at the box. ‘One more and we’ll have to take a break.’

The ‘one more’ was probably in the top three of naughty outfits in the range. The all-leather playsuit was held togetherby a central gold navel ring from which strips fanned out across the body, covering nothing at all in a blatant game of titillation.

‘Bloody hell. The pictures online in no way do these justice. How is a man supposed to think straight after seeing that?’

‘That’s the point, Bryce,’ I replied, tongue firmly in cheek.

He raked a hand through his hair, his fevered eyes tracking over the outfits scattered across his dressing island. ‘That one first.’ He pointed to a net playsuit with faux-fur trim but his eyes darted to the leather suit.

I grinned. ‘You sure?’

‘Fuck no, I’m not sure,’ he griped.

I took pity on him. ‘How about you let me pick? Wait for me in the bedroom.’

He nodded eagerly. ‘Great. Five minutes, okay?’

I raised an eyebrow. ‘Is there a fire I’m not aware of?’

He skirted the island to where I stood and tugged me close. ‘Damn right there’s a fire. And it’s been raging longer than you know.’

My pulse jumped but I managed to say evenly, ‘Then you best let me get on with it.’

With another heated look, he walked out of the dressing room, leaving me with a sea of lingerie and a thousand questions. Slowly, I dragged my dress off, tugged off my underwear and set them neatly to one side. Deciding to leave the leather playsuit for another time, I chose the polka-dot body and carefully slipped it on. It came with a half-inch velvet choker Bryce hadn’t seen and it gave me a little thrill to add that little accessory to the ensemble.

In the long mirror, I looked past the cellulite and chunky thighs to the impact of the outfit. I would never be a size six, but my heels made my legs look good enough, and with my hair caught up and choker in place, it drew the eye up from my full bust.

Momentary insecurity slammed into me, deflating the air from my lungs. Bryce might seem turned onby me right now, but how long would that last? How would he react when he got a better picture of just how many stretch marks were on my body?

Relax, he’s seen you naked before.

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