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With my hand on the small of her back, I directed her toward my bedroom door and leaned down to growl in her ear, “You know what I’m going to appreciate? Seeing you in that lingerie, then ripping it off you.”

The corner of her mouth hitched, and she shook her head at me, like I was being silly.

That did nothing to deter my new mission. Instead, I prompted, “Get changed, sweetheart. I’ll be in soon.”

Not fucking soon enough.

Chapter Sixty-Two

Gretchen

My heart pounded as I pulled the black teddy from my suitcase. It’d been a birthday present from Troy, because you know,that’swhat I’d wanted for my birthday.

Not.

It had been all I could do to smile and thank my ex after unwrapping the box, when what I’d really wanted to do was roll my eyes. I’d given him a list of present ideas and “lacy, black lingerie” had not been on it.

The idea of Gabe tearing it off me, though was hot as hell, and I was wet just thinking about it.

But first, I needed to put it on.

After pulling my t-shirt and bra off, I shimmied out of my pink yoga pants and held the black lace fabric up to my body. I’d received the teddy before I had Jake, so I was worried if it would still fit. How embarrassing would that be, if I couldn’t get it over my ass?

I stepped into the lingerie and held my breath as I pulled it up past my thighs. Once it cleared my hips, I thought I was in the clear.

I thought wrong.

I forgot how much bigger my boobs had gotten in the last few years. My tits spilled out of the sheer material, and it took a lot of adjusting to get them tucked in place. But once it was on, I put my hands on my waist and turned from side to side to observe myself in the mirror.

Not bad.

I’d do me.

But just in case Gabe needed more encouragement, I fished the stilettos from my bag and slipped them on.

Should I put on some lipstick?

Run a brush through my hair?

I definitely should brush my teeth.

Walking on the balls of my feet to keep from falling and breaking my neck in my sky-high heels, I clamored into the bathroom to finish getting ready. I knew I didn’t have much time before Gabe came back.

I was lying on the bed, trying to figure out a sexy position, when he walked through the door.

Damn, he’s handsome.

Too handsome.

Suddenly, I felt very self-conscious about my appearance, and attempted to slip under the covers, but he yanked the comforter from my hand and pulled it to the end of the bed.

“Uh uh. Let me look at you.” He took a step back and perused me from head to toe, finally muttering, “Damn, you are gorgeous.”

Meanwhile, I’d never wished more in my life to be invisible; something Gabe immediately picked up on.

He stroked my calf and asked, “What’s the matter, baby?”

“Can we turn the lights off?”

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