be of any assistance. You will otherwise
not be disturbed.” She stepped toward the door but turned. “Mr. Saunders, the
item you inquired about is on the settee.” With that, she quietly closed the
door.
Brian poured a glass of sparkling wine for
Olivia and one for himself. “Cheers. Here’s to an amazing weekend with my very
hot wife.” He took a sip, which softened the apprehension that had cropped up
yet again. His plans for Saturday might not happen. He still hadn’t heard back
from Michael and there was no Plan B.
Olivia smiled and kissed him deeply, slipping
her tongue between his lips. “Don’t forget my hopelessly handsome husband. He’s
what makes this weekend truly amazing.” She downed the rest of her glass,
showing him a glint in her eye. “Shall we get this show on the road?”
Brian settled himself in the chair, which
had a remarkably comfortable feather cushion, and watched as Olivia began to
undress. She stood before a full-length mirror, her back to him, their gazes
connecting. Her rich brown eyes smoldered as she tilted her head and began
unbuttoning her blouse. Her movements were hypnotic as she drew him in further
with every inch of skin revealed. Roomier pants might have been a better choice
for their shopping excursion.
Once she’d disrobed, she tried on a series
of teddies and short nightgowns in a tantalizing mix of lace and straps and a
rainbow of muted colors. She looked incredible in each one although he was
frankly just as happy with her completely naked. Olivia set aside several that
she’d ruled out and had two in her “maybe” pile.
“Bras and panties next, I guess,” she said.
“Although I have tons of underwear, honey. Do I really need all of this?” She
held up a lavender lace bra and held it against her pert breasts.
He cleared his throat and shifted in his
seat. “I think you need something for tomorrow night. And there’s a special
pair of panties at the bottom of that pile. I was hoping you’d wear those
tonight to dinner.”
Her forehead crinkled with curiosity and
she turned to flip through the stack of thongs, leaving the mind-boggling
curves of her ass on display. A giggle bubbled out of her when she found what
he’d requested from the shop manager.
“This?” she asked, turning with wide eyes.
A wide black-lace waistband with nothing more than a string of pearls
connecting the front and back draped between her hands. “Brian Saunders, you
naughty, naughty boy,” she purred, slinking closer to him. “Is this what I
think it is?”
He poured himself another glass of
champagne, feigning nonchalance when the truth was the thought of her wearing
it sent expectation racing through his veins. “You tell me.”
She rocked her hip to the side and looked
down her nose with a disapproving look that was disturbingly hot. “I wear this
and the little strand of pearls rubs back and forth against, uh…” she bit her
lower lip, “my most delicate places. The more I move, the more rubbing.”
Delicate places. She has such a
frustrating way with words. “Exactly. And that’s
what I want you to wear to dinner tonight. We’ll pick out a bra to go with it.”
He took a long sip and sat back in the chair. “You’ll be so turned-on by the
time we get back to the hotel, you’ll let me do virtually anything to you.”
“You know I’ll let you do anything to me,
Bri.” She dropped to her knees and took his hand. “Just being with you like
this turns me on. You know, this means so much to me, to feel wanted and
desired. Every woman wants that.” A tear collected in the corner of her eye.
“It’s easy to be wife and mom. It’s the sex kitten role that I’m not always
sure of.”
“You’re always my sex kitten. I just need
to do a better job of reminding you.” He watched a smile crop up on her face.
She grasped his fingers and pressed them against her cheek. “I love you, Liv.
You’re my everything. You know that, don’t you?”
She nodded and
not be disturbed.” She stepped toward the door but turned. “Mr. Saunders, the
item you inquired about is on the settee.” With that, she quietly closed the
door.
Brian poured a glass of sparkling wine for
Olivia and one for himself. “Cheers. Here’s to an amazing weekend with my very
hot wife.” He took a sip, which softened the apprehension that had cropped up
yet again. His plans for Saturday might not happen. He still hadn’t heard back
from Michael and there was no Plan B.
Olivia smiled and kissed him deeply, slipping
her tongue between his lips. “Don’t forget my hopelessly handsome husband. He’s
what makes this weekend truly amazing.” She downed the rest of her glass,
showing him a glint in her eye. “Shall we get this show on the road?”
Brian settled himself in the chair, which
had a remarkably comfortable feather cushion, and watched as Olivia began to
undress. She stood before a full-length mirror, her back to him, their gazes
connecting. Her rich brown eyes smoldered as she tilted her head and began
unbuttoning her blouse. Her movements were hypnotic as she drew him in further
with every inch of skin revealed. Roomier pants might have been a better choice
for their shopping excursion.
Once she’d disrobed, she tried on a series
of teddies and short nightgowns in a tantalizing mix of lace and straps and a
rainbow of muted colors. She looked incredible in each one although he was
frankly just as happy with her completely naked. Olivia set aside several that
she’d ruled out and had two in her “maybe” pile.
“Bras and panties next, I guess,” she said.
“Although I have tons of underwear, honey. Do I really need all of this?” She
held up a lavender lace bra and held it against her pert breasts.
He cleared his throat and shifted in his
seat. “I think you need something for tomorrow night. And there’s a special
pair of panties at the bottom of that pile. I was hoping you’d wear those
tonight to dinner.”
Her forehead crinkled with curiosity and
she turned to flip through the stack of thongs, leaving the mind-boggling
curves of her ass on display. A giggle bubbled out of her when she found what
he’d requested from the shop manager.
“This?” she asked, turning with wide eyes.
A wide black-lace waistband with nothing more than a string of pearls
connecting the front and back draped between her hands. “Brian Saunders, you
naughty, naughty boy,” she purred, slinking closer to him. “Is this what I
think it is?”
He poured himself another glass of
champagne, feigning nonchalance when the truth was the thought of her wearing
it sent expectation racing through his veins. “You tell me.”
She rocked her hip to the side and looked
down her nose with a disapproving look that was disturbingly hot. “I wear this
and the little strand of pearls rubs back and forth against, uh…” she bit her
lower lip, “my most delicate places. The more I move, the more rubbing.”
Delicate places. She has such a
frustrating way with words. “Exactly. And that’s
what I want you to wear to dinner tonight. We’ll pick out a bra to go with it.”
He took a long sip and sat back in the chair. “You’ll be so turned-on by the
time we get back to the hotel, you’ll let me do virtually anything to you.”
“You know I’ll let you do anything to me,
Bri.” She dropped to her knees and took his hand. “Just being with you like
this turns me on. You know, this means so much to me, to feel wanted and
desired. Every woman wants that.” A tear collected in the corner of her eye.
“It’s easy to be wife and mom. It’s the sex kitten role that I’m not always
sure of.”
“You’re always my sex kitten. I just need
to do a better job of reminding you.” He watched a smile crop up on her face.
She grasped his fingers and pressed them against her cheek. “I love you, Liv.
You’re my everything. You know that, don’t you?”
She nodded and
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