Page 68 of Bought For Us
“Oh.” She tilts her head to the side. “What might that be?”
“I’ve been asked to host a fashion show for charity. It’s going to be a huge event.”
“That's amazing.” She smiles wide. “I’m so happy for you.”
“And.” I tell her, crooking my finger so she comes closer. She licks her lips and leans in. I bring my lips to her ear. “I want you to come with us. Be our date. And I wanna dress you, Cora. See you wearing one of my designs.”
When I lean back, I don’t miss the lust in her eyes, and I fucking preen. “Really? Are you sure?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, babe.” I smirk.
She bites her lower lip and nods. “Okay.”
“Good. Tomorrow, you're coming to my shop with me. We will find you the perfect dress. Now, you get back to work. I’ll be around until you get off.”
With a wink, I leave my girl to do her thing.
I don’t go far and spend the night torturing myself as I watch her and Trenton work side by side.
She might not have any feelings for him, but he sure as hell likes her. I can see it in his eyes. The way he looks at her, smiles at her. Trenton is a great guy, but Cora is mine. And Zack’s.
I am glad Zack’s not here. Not sure he would be any better at keeping his jealousy hidden.
Cora
MY HEART RACES AS MY breathing comes in short little breaths. I’m trying not to tremble, but it’s hard when Kimmy touches me like this.
Okay, so she’s only taking my measurements but dammit, she can even make that sexy.
“How are you doing, Cora?” she asks, amusement in her voice as she runs the measuring tape down my arm slowly. The brush of her fingers makes me shiver.
“Good,” I tell her, but my damn voice gives away the effect she has on me. My nipples are stiff points pressing against my bra, my clit is a throbbing mess.
“Arms are done,” she says softly, pushing my arms down gently from their T position, to my side. I watch her in the mirror as she steps up behind me and kisses my shoulder.
My eyes flutter as I let out a shuddering breath, trying not to whimper as she runs both hands down my arms. My skin erupts in goosebumps and I shiver.
She gives me a satisfied grin before kissing my shoulder softly again. “Good girl,” she whispers and this time I whimper. The first time we had sex, I discoveredthat I have a big praise kink. Something both Kimmy and Zack love to indulge in.
We haven't been together that intimately since, but there’s been some heated moments filled with sexual tension. Much like this one.
“Come with me.” Kimmy grabs my hand and tugs me toward one of the changing rooms.
“What are we doing in here?” I ask her as she gets to her knees.
She looks up at me and my breath catches. “I need to measure your legs.”
“W-why couldn’t you do that out there?” I ask, my breath catching as she gently pushes my back against the wall.
She doesn’t answer me as she runs her hands up my thighs. I bite my lip and swallow down a moan as her thumbs brush so damn close to my core. It slips free when she gives them a squeeze. “Spread your legs, babe. I need access,” she says, then adds. “So I can get your measurements, of course.”
With a heaving chest, I widen my stance a little bit, giving her enough room to take the measuring tape and glide it up the side of my inner thigh. I’m in a sundress today, one Kimmy brought home for me the other day. When she saw me in it, she looked like she wanted to drag me into one of the rooms. From the way she’s touching me now, I think she still has plans to do that.
“Kimmy,” I whimper as she brushes her thumb against the wet fabric of my panties. Her eyes snap up to mine and a pleased little grin takes over her lips.
“Is my girl wet?” she asks, moving her thumb against my slit. I moan and nod. “Oh, you are drenched, baby girl.” I moan again at the name. “Do you need some attention?”
Is she asking what I think she's asking? I blink down at her, lips parted. “I’m fine,” I whisper. It’s not her fault that her touch lights me up like a damn shooting star.