Page 26 of Stealing the Star Stone
“At your insistence.”She pinched the bridge of her nose, fighting for calm.“All right.Neither of us knew it would do this, so let’s set that blame aside.We need to figure out how to fix whatever this is.”She flicked a finger between them.“And this blue shit is spreading.Or am I imagining it?”She sank onto a rickety seat, bringing her gaze in line with her cleavage.“This is all manner of fucked up.And don’t think you’re going to strip—”
“How else do I try these on?Are you even listening to yourself?”And down went the zip of her uniform.
“I swear, Thorne, if you so much as reveal a nipple, I will neuter you.”She spread his thighs, grabbed his balls, and wrenched.Pain radiated outward, and she stiffened.“Shit,” she groaned, bending over.
“Yeah, hurts like hell,” he said, sliding the uniform off her shoulders.
Thank goodness for her white bra—the better of the two she owned.
“Now you listen to me.”He dipped to snag her gaze.“Quit acting feminine,” he gritted out, smacking her hand she’d pressed to her chest as if to say, ‘moi?’
“Fine, if you walk like you don’t have two massive balls between your legs,” she hissed.
He rolled his eyes.“You can’t go around acting like a woman and telling everyone we’re married.That’s gold dust to the paparazzi.Hell, I better fill Graham in on this.We’re going to need him to curb the fallout from this disaster.”
She winced, trying to ignore the fading twinges in his groin.“It explains us living together.You’re not getting any alone time withmybody, Thorne.”She wagged a finger in his face.Herface.Oh, Lord.Dropping his face into his hands muted the moan that slipped out.Sitting up, she sucked in a sharp breath.“Back to the matter.I don’t trust Orien, but he has to know something about switching us back.”
“The man hasn’t got a clue.I tried to find out more last night, only to realize he’s our best hope of getting another star stone and undoing this.”
“Star stone?”She harumphed.“Well, I’ll have to milk him for information.Seems like he’s taken a shine to you.”
“Yeah, that cost me a small fortune.We need his trust…for now.He had every intention of kidnapping you and doing a full dissection.”
“I knew it,” she rasped.“Made no sense to release me, then take me to breakfast, all without having an agenda.Well, I’ll give him a blood sample like you promised.Maybe that will appease him.But that’s it.We’re in this shit together, Thorne.”
Off went her uniform’s top half, leaving her pants in place.He peeled on a dress, letting it slither over her hips to her knees.The lines of the dress were ruined by the pants beneath, but she was grateful she was covered, none the less.The deep red with massive white orchids softened her features.
“Looks like a crime scene,” she said.
He grinned.“It does.Next.”
“Can’t you choose items I’ll wear after this is over?”She fingered the fabric of a deep blue summer dress patterned with tiny white flowers.
“I suppose a few boring clothes could be added to the bill.”He glided her hands down her waist and over her hips, turning a little to admire the half-bare back.“This one I like.”
“Well, I don’t,” she said, tugging on the bra straps sticking out.
“Mm, shopping for a woman’s harder than I thought.Go pick a few things, would you?”
She studied him, trying to gauge whether he’d peek at her intimate bits under her uniform pants.Him seeing all of her was unavoidable.He had to pee at some point.She grimaced, not wanting to even think about that upcoming ordeal.The last time she’d handled a cock was beyond her ability to remember.
“Fine.”She left, pausing to close the curtain before pacing along the racks, yanking off pants, blouses, and yes, a dress or two.She’d need evening wear and… Gritting her teeth, she hooked bras and panties off their racks.
Heat scorched her cheeks.She’d wanted the ass delivered to Artivar and out of her life.This… All of this was a nightmare.“These will fit,” she said, peeking into the booth.Her stomach churned and she frowned, using an empty hand to press to her abdomen.Maybe his body hadn’t agreed with the tea?What else could it be?“Allergic to anything?”she asked.It would be good to know.
“No,” he said.“Shoes?”
She huffed, dropped the bundle on the counter, and headed to the racks at the back.Boots, heels, sneakers in black filled her arms minutes later.
“I’ll take those,” the shop assistant said, her gaze lingering, her mouth parted as if she couldn’t breathe.“Is she really your wife?”
“Soon to be,” Nova said, forced to remember what the girl was seeing—suave and sexy Thorne.
Said ass strolled out under a mountain of clothes.“All of these, sweetheart,” he said, winking at her.
“Are you sure?”Nova gestured with a finger to the shop and beyond.
“Yeah, I’m tired.”Thorne pouted and fluttered his eyelashes.
