Page 180 of Damaged Mogul
She turns around. “You don’t like the way I look?” Insecurity colors her words.
“I love the sexy lingerie. And I have no doubt, I’ll love it even more when it’s on the floor.”
Relief washes over her.
She turns around again, shimmies her shoulders, and faces me. “Did you see the wings? So cool.”
They’re impossible to miss, but I play along. “I did. You wear them well. After all, you were born to fly.”
Her joyful expression vanishes, replaced by… longing? Yearning? Regret? I can’t quite put my finger on it.
Her eyes drop to the floor for a beat. “I’m still working up the courage to fly on my own.”
I let her confession float between us.
“You’ll get there,” I say.
She responds with a warm smile.
“Tonight is quite the production.” I change the subject. “The hours it took to find the perfect lingerie. The grooming, prepping, and primping. The angel wings.” She lets out a dramatic exhale. “It’s quite the production only to end up naked, but it wouldn’t have been as fun if I didn’t go all the way.”
“I agree.”
“Excuse me, Mr. Suit. It probably took you five minutes to slip into that”—she gestures to my black suit which I paired with a black shirt, sans tie—“and about thirty seconds to slide into those shoes.” She points at my British bespoke black shoes. “This”—she waves a finger up and down the length of her body—“washours of work.Hours.”
“And I appreciate it.”
She flashes me a beaming smile.
Lily selected a black lace corset with garter belt, black stockings, and sky-high black heels. An intricate trail of crystalsdecorates the bodice and loops around her neck, giving the illusion of a necklace.
The padded cups accentuate her breasts. It’s a form-fitting number that creates the ultimate hourglass silhouette. Six gold hook and eye snaps hold the corset together.
Six gold hook and eye snaps that are between me and the object of my desire.
I called French Appliqué and made sure the sales attendant helping her had my credit card to pay for the seven-hundred-dollar corset, a matching thong that set me back a hundred-fifty-dollars, and the other items she tried on.
Worth every damn penny.
“So…”—she dances from one foot to the other—“what happens now?”
I reach behind me, grab a red lacquered box, and hand it to her.
Her eyes light up. “A gift?”
“You could say that.”
She opens the box and stares at the contents.
She brings a hand to her neck. “A necklace? Oh, my gosh, that’s so sweet?—”
“It’s much more than a necklace. It’s a vibrator designed to double as a necklace.”
Her gaze snaps up to meet mine.
“The chain is removable,” I say. “It’s one of the most powerful clit stimulators on the market.”
The vibrator resembles an elongated silver bullet with a rose gold flat top where the removable chain can be attached. Fashionable and pleasurable. Talk about a two for one deal.
