Get Inked: A Pucked Series and Clipped Wings Crossover Novella (Pucked #5.5)(21)

“Should we go upstairs so I can model everything for you?” She has her hands clasped behind her back. It pushes her breasts out and pulls on the delicate chain across her chest.

I follow the fine gold links with a fingertip. “I think down here is better, don’t you?”

She shivers when I graze the swell of her breast and stop short of her nipple. “If that’s what you’d prefer.”

I give the chain a tug and her eyes flutter shut. Her lips part, and her breath leaves her on a tiny, almost inaudible whimper.

“Come with me.” With my finger still hooked under the chain, I guide her down the hall. I have her wait at the entrance to the living room while I pull all the curtains closed. Then I move the coffee table out of the way and survey the room. I can feel Charlene watching me, but I don’t look at her—mostly because if I do I’m liable to say f*ck trying on the things I bought for her, and then the entire point is lost.

I sit down on the end of the couch and put the bag in the middle, intentionally making it impossible for her to sit beside me. “Why don’t you come have a seat?”

Charlene looks a little disappointed, maybe because I’ve asked her to come to me rather than retrieving her. She keeps her hands clasped behind her back, the muscles in her legs flexing with each step. Her hair is pulled up, with loose tendrils framing her fine features. When she reaches the couch, she unclasps her hands and sits slowly at the very edge opposite me and the bag. She doesn’t cross her legs; instead she keeps her knees together, palms covering them.

I have to keep reminding myself that I have a plan for tonight, and I need to stick to it.

I stretch one arm across the back of the couch. “Go ahead and open it.”

Charlene shifts a little closer and peeks inside the bag. She pulls out the first wrapped item. “How many things did you get for me?”

“A few.”

She bites her lip, carefully peels off the sticker and unwraps the tissue paper. Inside is a pale, lacy bra and panty set. I wait for her reaction. This isn’t something Charlene would choose on her own. Before I started adding pieces to her collection, everything was black, blood red, or dark purple—some of it with quite a bit of…embellishment. I don’t have a problem with any of those colors, or the leather/metal enhancements. She looks amazing in everything she puts on her body, but I also like her in pretty, soft things, because they match far better who she is on the inside, even if she would like that to not be the case.

Charlene glances up at me, her brow arched. “This is pretty.”

I grin. “I know.”

“Should I try it on before I open the next one?”

“Open them all. Then you can try on the one you like the best first.”

By the time she’s finished unwrapping everything—it takes a long time since she’s so methodical about it—it’s already twenty after six.

I’m a little concerned at this point that Charlene isn’t going to have enough time to try all the items on. I’m also worried about the current state of my dick. My balls are starting to ache from the hard-on I’ve had since she answered the door. I really don’t want to have to sit through three hours of dinner, able to picture perfectly whatever she chooses to wear under her dress.

“Will you help me with this?” I’m unsurprised when Charlene picks up the lavender lace corset with dark purple ribbon accents. It has no cups, framing her breasts rather than covering them.

“Of course.”

I wait while she loosens the ribbon lacing up the back. When it’s ready, she stands in front of me and steps delicately into the corset, shimmying it up her legs and over her hips to her waist. Then she turns and gives me her back. Her ass—her perfect, luscious, sweet ass that I’m going to do dirty, unspeakable things to later—is right in my face. I run my hands over her hips, resisting the urge to cup and squeeze, which is probably what she wants me to do.

Instead, I move her forward a few steps until she’s in the center of the throw rug. Across the room on the wall is a huge mirror, giving us an excellent view of her new lingerie. I carefully pull the ribbons, making sure it’s even on either side before I move down to the next loop, until I’m at the dip in her spine. Then I help her roll on and fasten garters, stockings, and gloves, all with the same ribbon accents.

“What do you think?” she asks.

I glance up to meet her gaze in the mirror. She’s fingering her pearls.

“I think I should call the restaurant and tell them we need a later reservation.”





Chapter 7


Add Ons

ALEX




It’s the middle of the week, and Violet is working on an account tonight, so I’m out with the guys, doing what we do when it’s off-season and we’re not working out: drinking beer and watching sports.

“They’ve got all the preliminary designs ready for us at Inked Armor. You guys wanna go check them out this weekend?” Randy’s focused on his phone.

Lance leans in closer, and his brow furrows. “Is the one with the heart for you? Gonna get that tattooed on your ass cheek?”

Ballistic elbows him in the ribs, causing Lance to hunch over and bang into the table, almost knocking over my pint glass.

“Lily’s having a design made up, you dick.”