She obeyed with a smile, swinging long rippling hair over one shoulder, pressing a hand to the nape of her neck to keep flyaways out of his way. He laced her corset slowly, methodically. Firmly. Eliciting little gasps from her with each jerk on the strings. When he was finished, he skated two fingers up a strap, over the little birthmark on her right shoulder, kissed it gently. A gesture of familiarity. She sighed happily, and he took her hair from her hands, letting it fall back down. Thick waves of black over a deep green corset. He turned her around.
Perfect. His girl, entirely his – mischievous eyes in a porcelain-doll face. She gave a deceptively innocent smile upon seeing his admiration. “Dressed to kill?”
He laughed. “Oh, yes. Oh, love – sometimes even I forget how beautiful you are.”
“And tonight?” she purred, cocking her head to one side.
“Tonight, you are more beautiful than ever.”
She grinned. “Well, then… it’s time to go, yes?”