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Chapter Eight

Rebecca

“This one,” Miranda said. A red skirt and silver silk blouse went flying from the closet where she was digging and joined the growing pile on my bed.

“Miranda—”

She peeked her head through the door, garter belt in hand along with black thigh-highs. “These, too. And you need to hurry or you’re going to be late.”

For work. Where I was going to see Bennett after a night of insanely crazy—surprised I didn’t have a heart attack from the palpitations he gave me when I came—sex. And I came wildly. Multiple times. Bennett had managed to give me more orgasms in a few hours than I’d ever had in a month. Or a year.

Which was why I couldn’t wear the outfits Miranda was tossing my way. Although it was my fault, since I’d called her freaking out about what in the heck I should wear.

“I’m not sure this is the look I want to go for.” I picked up the silk stockings, and let them fall through my fingers.

“I thought you wanted to drive him crazy.”

I skewered her with a glare. “I think what I said when I called you over here was, ‘help me find something to wear that says I’ve complete forgotten New Year’s Eve ever happened.’”

Her lips pulled to one side and she shrugged. “Huh. See, and I heard, ‘Miranda, I want to show the man who gave me crazy amazing orgasms how little affected I am by that, but I don’t want him forgetting about me for a single second.’”

I picked up the silk shirt before it could wrinkle and shook it out. Holding it in front of me, I faced her. “And a shirt that shows this much cleavage is what you’d pick?”

She glanced down at her wrist, tapping it like she was actually wearing a watch. “Time’s ticking, dear.”

“I never should have called you yesterday.”

“Actually,” she sang while I fisted the clothes she’d chosen into my hands and held them to my chest. “I called you to check on you, and make sure you were okay and you spilled all the tiniest, most delicious details faster than my two-year-old nephew can spill a bottle of orange juice.”

She had a point. She had done that. Bennett’s car lights had barely disappeared down the street before my phone rang and Miranda was on the other end, checking in on me. “You’re a good friend.”

“I know. And I didn’t steer you wrong about Luminous either. I mean, I didn’t expect you to jump in with both feet and hook up with a Dom that all the subs are dying to be beneath.” I may have told her too much. “But I won’t steer you wrong about this either. Trust me, Rebecca. This outfit will drive Bennett crazy, and when you get to work, you act like nothing happened and he’ll go insane.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Or, you could just drop to your knees and beg for his dick like he said he wanted you to do.”

And since that wouldn’t happen in the next decade...

“I’m getting dressed now.” I hurried to the bathroom because in all of Miranda’s crazy ramblings, she was also right. I needed to get moving or I was going to be late.

“I’ll let myself out. Call me if you need me!”

“Tell Shawn I’m counting down the days for that rack of lamb.”

“Will do, honey. Have a great day!”

Her footsteps grew quieter until I heard my front door close behind her, and I focused on quickly getting ready for work. I went heavier on my make-up, spent more time on my hair and despite still thinking Miranda had more than one screw loose, I dressed in the clothes she’d insisted on.

Complete with garter belt and stockings.

By the time I got to work, my head was spinning.

I’d had one day to recover from my sexcapades with Bennett Ashby. One day to try to forget the way I’d reacted when his hand landed on my ass, where he’d fucked me so hard my inner thighs and abs still ached. And yesterday, it’d been difficult to sit.

But I’d experimented. Perhaps I had a better understanding of a Dom and sub and what that entailed. Bennett might have spanked me, but he’d been patient. He had calmly gone through the rules, checked in to remind me of my options. He’d been patient in his bossiness and rough while he drove into me, repeatedly bringing me to orgasm in a way I knew my super electric plug-in vibrator would never satisfy me the same again.

It was time to put it behind me. It was one night. I was satisfied sexually in a way I’d never experienced. And with as calm as he’d been, I had a better understanding of Miranda and Shawn’s relationship.

Mission Accomplished.

So why was I already feeling that familiar tingle of arousal between my thighs and why were my nipples aching as they strained against my lace bra?