Chapter Twelve

Sam lay on his bed, one arm folded behind his head. No matter how much he concentrated on the words in the book, they made no sense. He’d read the same paragraph four times and the words kept morphing in and out of focus. He must be suffering from lack of oxygen to the brain. His steed was so hard it ached. Perhaps if he undid his fly and released it from the stables the cool air would help ease his erection. The minute he tugged his solid shaft out, he knew he’d made a mistake. Loosed from its straitjacket his trusty steed bobbed madly, and he swore it grew another inch. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, pushing the vision of Meg with her mouth wrapped around his cock from his mind. Not easy to do now that a real sensual memory enhanced his fantasy. He should whack off before his testicles had a nuclear meltdown. The idea didn’t appeal. Nothing other than her hot mouth or pussy would satisfy Trigger the Wonder Horse. Dare he go find her and see if she was feeling less bruised? He checked his watch; it had been nearly three hours since she said no.

After dog-earing the corner to mark his place, he tossed the book on the nightstand and climbed off the bed. He had to undo his belt and the button on his jeans before he could stow the stallion. Every move was uncomfortable as the sensitive tip rubbed against the waistband of his pants. If he didn’t think the sight of him walking around with a stonking hard-on would freak Meg out before he had a chance to beg for relief, he would have lost the jeans altogether. He opened his bedside drawer and grabbed a foil wrap from the extra large box of condoms. His purchase had been made a couple of months earlier in the vain hope Meg would one day give in and find him so irresistible they would get through a whole box before they came up long enough for him to replenish his stores. Happy he was fully prepared he left his room.

He heard her cussing from the hallway. Something in her bedroom had her swearing like a trooper. He didn’t recognize some of the words but they sounded dirty. Regardless of what they meant, they made his erection throb painfully. She had a hot, filthy mouth and he wanted it.

After pausing until she stopped swearing, he rapped his knuckles on her door.

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She squealed, thankful he hadn’t barged in to find her standing semi-naked in front of her wardrobe. If he walked in now she would never find something to wear to the party. She didn’t have willpower strong enough to resist if he made a move on her, and she had a feeling anything short of a full set of clothing would result in her immediate seduction.

“Give me a minute. I’m not dressed.”

“I don’t mind.”

A smile teased her lips. “That’s why I need a minute.”

Clothes she had rejected covered Meg’s bed. She had discarded them all because they were too tight or too ugly. Nothing in her closet would do. She was down to the dregs. A lime green and red lace monstrosity she’d worn when she had been Fae Baldwin’s bridesmaid, and a pale blue silk dress covered in white spotted lace. She bought it for a party two years ago and had worn it only once. The silk one might do, it was her last choice.

“I’ve got a pale blue dress with white spots. What do you think?”

“Hard to say unless you show me.”

She pulled on her soft pink robe and opened the door a crack, holding the dress out to him.

He kissed her bare arm and whispered, “I hoped for a glance at something a little more interesting.”

A shiver ran up her arm and her nipples pebbled, but she took a deep breath, determined not to be distracted. “I know, that’s why you only get the dress. So, what do you think?”

She slid the dress back through the crack.

“It’s perfect, but you’ll need to wear it with something a little more exotic than your usual utility style underwear.”

“Utility style? Are you saying my underwear isn’t sexy?”

“I refuse to comment. Besides, I think you’re sexy without underwear, so if I had my choice, I’d say go without. However, you would never be that adventurous. While your usual cotton undies are no doubt very comfortable, they won’t work with the dress.”

Her face heated. Did he really think she was sexy naked? How outrageous to turn up at her parents’ house without her panties on? Her mother would be horrified, which could only add to the excitement. Being so liberated was tempting but she wasn’t brave enough to go that far. “Right, some different underwear. I think I have some from Victoria’s Secret at the back of the drawer.”

His voice sounded husky when he whispered. “You want me to check them out for you as well?”

The thought of Sam rummaging through her underwear sent a wave of heat coursing through her veins. He hadn’t said what he wanted and she hadn’t asked. She wasn’t sure she should. The next discussion they had needed to be about the rules and they didn’t have time now. A discussion about rules would no doubt lead to a need to test them.

“Meg, is this going to take long? I need to speak to you.”

There was a note of tension in his voice. Whatever he wanted to discuss sounded serious. Did he have some second thoughts about their sexual encounters? Was planning a discussion about how often, and who could instigate a sexual encounter assuming too much? Having fulfilling sex on tap had been so appealing, he surely couldn’t be about to take it away from her. “I’ll be as quick as I can.”

He was right, the spaghetti straps and tiny bodice wouldn’t cover her sports bra. She hunted her drawers and found some cream underwear that would work under the dress. She slid into the lacy undergarments and examined herself in the mirror. Maybe she should dress like a girl more often. The undies were quite fetching, she almost liked what she saw. Sucking in her stomach, she turned to examine her side view. If she went to the gym for a month or two, she would look even better.

Knowing Sam wouldn’t wait forever, she pulled on the silk garment. With lots of effort she finally got the zipper done up. If she wore the dress, she’d need shoes. A hunt brought a pair of white strappy sandals to light. How long since she’d worn heels? She might need to practice if she wasn’t going to fall flat on her arse.

Just as she finished the last buckle, Sam tapped on the door. “Can I come in now?”

Meg turned to face the door before standing tall, smoothing the fabric over her hips and thighs. “Okay.”

The door swung open. She didn’t need to ask if he liked it. All the proof she needed was bulgingly evident in the front of his pants. Without a word he crossed the room and turned her to face the mirror. He slid his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her bare shoulder. “You look gorgeous. The dress is perfect. Now we need to do something with your hair, add a little makeup, and your mother will be speechless.”

She might have started out looking for a dress to please her mother, but that was no longer the motivation. Sam said she could be his perfect wet dream and the look of desire in his eyes had just turned him into hers. “I don’t care what my mother thinks. I didn’t agree to this for her.”

“Why then?”

“I wanted to see your reaction.”