Page 212 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“What? Why?”

“We’re going shopping.”

“Shopping? For what?”

“Your new wardrobe,” he declared, leaning over the bed and kissing her again before heading out of the room. “You have twenty minutes.”

It was closer to thirty minutes later before Alaina descended the stairs. She wore a pink t-shirt and denim skirt that ended just above her ankles.

Gray, dressed once more, shook his head. “Don’t you own anything that shows your knees?”

Alaina looked down at herself. “All my skirts are like this. I don’t own any shorts.”

“Well, then it’s time for an alteration.” Gray looked around and found the scissors Alaina used to open the mail on the dresser.

When Alaina opened her mouth to protest, Gray touched a finger to her lips. “You agreed to do things my way today.”

He waited for her to nod before kneeling behind her. He ran one hand from her waistband to her ass, giving the sweet mounds a squeeze and a pat before continuing down her thigh. “Is this the back of your knee?” He poked her leg with two fingers.

“Yes.”

“Okay. Hold still.”

He cut into the skirt several inches above her knee.

She twisted and wiggled when the scissors brushed the back of her thigh. “What are you doing?”

“Stop wiggling and turn left.” He swatted her left cheek.

Alaina straightened and turned left as he commanded. Once he finished, Gray helped her step out of the circle of material on the floor. He smiled in approval before raising her hand over her head and slowly twirling her around. “What are you wearing under your shirt?”

Alaina had to think a moment and swallow before saying, “An off-white camisole and bra.”

He nodded. “Take off your t-shirt.”

“Take off my t-shirt?”

Gray nodded and crossed his arms, waiting patiently. “Take it off or I’ll cut it off and then you won’t be able to wear it again.”

She pulled the shirt over her head and handed it to him without a word.

“Much better.”

He nodded his approval and laid the scissors back on the dresser. The skirt now ended several inches above the top of her knees, showing off a pair of gorgeous legs. The camisole was sexy enough on its own, but he had a feeling she would balk at giving up her bra.

Lacing their fingers together, Gray led her out the back door and to the dock where his boat waited. After climbing into it, he easily lifted her onboard. In minutes, they were flying across the river towards the dock behind his mother’s house. After securing the lines, he helped her out and led the way into the house.

“Stay here, and I’ll be back in ten minutes,” he promised, brushing a kiss on her lips.

Before she could say a word, he was gone, climbing the stairs three at a time. Alaina looked around, amazed at the simplicity and beauty of the house. The great room encompassed the living room, dining room, and kitchen. The end wall’s focal point was a stone fireplace, flanked by bookshelves that displayed sculpture and pictures as well as an impressive collection of books. The pictures pulled at Alaina, and she found most were of Gray. As a young boy riding a horse, as an older teenager at what looked to be a rodeo. In a Marine officer’s dress uniform with a pretty blonde woman wearing a floor-length black gown. Before she could explore further, Gray thundered down the stairs, this time wearing a yellow polo shirt and black shorts.

“Still trust me?” he asked as he took her hand and guided her down the staircase to a door that led to the garage beneath the raised house.

“Yes,” she answered softly.

He led her to a burgundy Jeep Wrangler with no doors or top. Alaina smiled when she saw it. She had always wanted a Jeep like this, but her father outlawed such a vehicle, stating they were too dangerous.

Before she could climb in, Gray stopped her with a gentle touch on her arm. “Give me your panties.”

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