Honor Bound by Joey Hill (speld decodable readers .txt) 📕

She smoothed her hands down her breasts and abdomen, his eyes tracking the movement.

Skin and black bra peeped through the lace blouse.

She twirled and glanced at herself in the mirror.

Ford was suddenly behind her, his warmth seeping through the thin lace. “You’re

buttoned up too tightly.” Resting his cheek to hers, he reached around and undid the top three buttons, his fingers brushing her skin, palms skimming her nipples. “That’s better.”

She thought she might faint with so much heat coursing through her body, flooding the tiny capillaries along her skin.

For a long moment, Ford simply stared. Her nipples puckered. Something throbbed

between her legs. She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears, feel his against her back.

He lifted his gaze to hers in the mirror. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

His language titillated her. She rarely cursed. It wasn’t dignified. But the word set her body tingling. “Thank you.”

He shifted behind her, pressed, his hands cupping her hips, holding her still. His hard cock caressed the small of her back.

“What else shall I try on for you?”

Earlier, the saleswoman had rolled in a rack filled with several garments Ford had chosen. He stepped away, flipped through the hangers. “The black skirt.”

She held it against her, full, long, hitting her midcalf, then entered the changing room and closed the curtain. She didn’t undress for him. That would be too obvious. Instead, she pushed aside the curtain with each new outfit, twirled and paraded in barely there blouses, skirts with slits up to her navel, leather pants, trousers. Each time she changed, he stood behind her, viewing her in the mirror, his body close, his breath fanning her hair, hands on her, flaring a skirt, sliding his fingers over her rear covered in tight leather. She shivered, shuddered, tingled, and grew wetter with each caress.

He knew what he was doing to her, humor and heat dancing in his eyes. Then lingerie appeared magically in his hand. “I want you in stockings and a garter.”

He didn’t mention panties. Not even the emerald ones.

In the dressing room again, she snapped the garter belt into place over her dainty thong.

Adjusting the curtain, she gave him a tantalizing view of just her leg as she rested her foot on the small vanity stool. She lifted the tight white skirt to the top of her thigh, accordioned the stocking, and glided the silk up her leg. A low male groan drifted through the curtain, and she smiled to herself.

Oh, yes, shopping was definitely foreplay.

Four

The woman would make him nuts before he finally decided on what he’d have her wear.

Sophia had the longest legs, all silky smooth. He was dying to worship every inch with his tongue. She’d definitely wear the stockings. But the tight white skirt wouldn’t do.

Black perhaps, the first one she’d tried on.

“I think I’ve found what you described, sir.”

Like a matador teasing a ranting bull, the saleslady flashed the latest article of clothing.

Ford tore his gaze from Sophia’s tasty show to finger the red satin. Oh, yeah. This was exactly what he wanted.

“Thank you.”

“Put the first black skirt on again,” he called to Sophia as the clerk backed out of the small salon, leaving them alone.

“I thought you said that didn’t show enough leg.”

“I’ve changed my mind. We should unveil you.”

She stuck her head out the curtain. “Unveil me?”

“Like a present a man gets to unwrap.”

She laughed. He loved the sound. He’d gotten her to laugh a lot today. He didn’t think she’d given more than two thoughts to Monday’s operation. But he also needed Sophia’s pleasure. It made him hot and hard to think of how pleased she’d be as Simon admired each new luscious bit of skin she revealed, her beauty reflected in his gaze.

When she pushed the curtain aside, she wore the skirt, the naughty stockings, and a white sequined blouse, her black bra beneath.

“In front of the mirror,” he ordered. When it came to dressing and undressing, the woman knew how to take orders.

He took up his favorite position, right behind her. He wanted this tomorrow night, a mirror, and her sweet ass in front of him. He’d bend her over, watch his cock slide deep into her pussy. Then he’d sit back as Simon gave her the same, the sight a bigger bonus than even the mirror could offer. Ford needed to see the pleasure blossom on her face.

But he was letting himself get distracted. Pressing his cock along the crease of her ass, he started undoing the blouse’s buttons.

“I could have done that myself,” she said wryly.

“It’s better this way.” He parted the lapels, the heat of her skin warming his fingers. She had such beautiful lush breasts, he wanted to bury his cock between them.

He wanted to see them.

Pulling the sequined blouse down her arms, he tossed it aside. His mouth dried up. He could worship at this woman’s feet. Her curves were real, beckoning, irresistible. Yet he resisted touching any of her erogenous zones. Certain things needed to be saved for tomorrow night. Like the first taste of nipple in his mouth. The first lush kiss. The first drop from her pussy on his tongue.

He deftly popped the front clasp of her bra, then held it closed a moment, teasing himself.

“I could have done that, too,” she whispered.

Her hair teased his cheek, her eyes dark, sultry, and knowing. She could own him in that moment, and she knew it.

He didn’t give a damn.

Slowly, revealing inch by inch. Areolas the size of quarters, dusky rose, tight, long nipples. He wanted to touch, taste, need driving him crazy.

“That woman could come back. She could bring someone.” Yet Sophia didn’t stop him.

He dragged the straps down her arms, the lace falling from his fingers. He drank in the sight of those perfect globes, high and pert as if she exercised every day.

He wanted his cock between those magnificent breasts, the crown popping up between them. He hadn’t even begun to imagine all the things he wanted from her.

Instead of