NAUGHTY MATCH
Episode 4
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And so the game went, minute after torturous minute of Dex teasing me with the rough glide of his slick fingers and his unrelenting tongue. I basked in the pleasure of his touch and the pain of not being able to orgasm. My p***y dripping so profusely that I was afraid I ruined his couch forever.
“Now!” Dex gasped into my wet flesh, the vibrations from his voice making me groan. “Come all over my face, baby.”
My orgasm hit quickly, coming over me with a suddenness that left me gasping for air and clutching at anything within reach. My insides clenched and pulsed, overwhelmed at the
feelings of pleasure wracking through my body.
Dex coaxed me through my orgasm with gentle fingertips and light touches of his tongue running over my oversensitive p***y, cleaning me up and causing my flesh to twitch.
“F**k…” Again, I was at a loss for words.
The man between my legs stopped, obviously satisfied that he had done a fantastic job. He looked up at me through his dark lashes, his cheeks dimpling in a cocky grin.
“Yeah…” He licked his lips, “Tastiest midday dessert I’ve ever had.”
I chuckled, not even having it in me to blush at the dirty comment.
Suddenly, a realization popped into my head, causing me to sit up, my dress falling back down my thighs. “Oh my God!”
“What?” Dex looked alarmed.
And
“We haven’t even had our first kiss yet!”
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Dex
My mouth was on hers in an instant, the kiss surprisingly tentative for what we just did. Rosie’s plush lips were soft and delicious, just as I knew they would be. Her hesitant tongue glided with mine, tasting slightly of the pizza we had just eaten.
The kiss was hot, only made hotter by the fact that I knew she could taste herself on my lips. I let her take the lead, tasting and exploring at her leisure, giving my mouth up to her pleasure and excitement before she slowly pulled away. Those beautiful lips red and swollen, glistening with the evidence of our kiss.
Much like my face between her thick thighs, it was over sooner than I liked. If I had my way, Rosie would always be attached to me, to my mouth, to my c**k, rooted firmly into every aspect of my damned life.
“You satisfied?” I looked over at her, her big brown eyes shining brightly, happier than I’d ever seen her.
I lived for it, I wanted nothing more than to see her smiling up at me. Her smile was genuine and not at all like the ones she gave me when she thought I expected them from her. Here, so close to me, with her cheeks slightly pink and her expression open, I knew this was the Rosie I wanted to see always. Real, true, and happy.
I wasn’t confident these were things she had ever been allowed to be. The thought made me angry.
Rosie grinned, her beautiful face transformed by the joy her pleasure gave her. She nodded.
I smirked. “You’d better be.”
Her dainty little foot shot out, striking my head with enough force to slightly knock me off
balance. “Shut up, Dex- ter.” she emphasized the second syllable of my name, giggling the entire time.
I grabbed her foot, pulling slightly, to prompt her off of the couch and onto my lap. Her plush body lined up perfectly with mine, my hands grasping at the roundness of her fleshy hips, making their way around to grab at her a*s as her lips descended on mine again.
“You’re just asking for trouble, now, sweetheart.”
“You know, I just realized… We don’t really know anything about each other,” I said as Rosie
floated next to me in the cool waters of my swimming pool, her curvy body encased in a pink, high- waisted bikini.
“Of course we do,” she disagreed. “I know how much you love that car of yours, I know that you hate cheesecake, and I know how much you live for Billy Joel, even if you’ll never admit it.”
“Smartass.” I splashed her, covering her sun- warmed stomach in water. “You know what I mean, Rosie. We barely know anything about each other.”
It was true, aside from the general facts like birthdays, hometowns, and middle names, she and I had very little knowledge of what each other’s lives were like before we met. Had she been anyone else, the fact wouldn’t have bothered me at all.
Rosie, while always open with her smiles, was often closed off with the rest of her emotions. She frequently seemed to be holding back with her words, with her abilities, and even with her affection. I couldn’t quite wrap my head around it.
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I got the feeling that she was running from something. She didn’t seem to be constantly looking over her shoulder, nor did she appear to be deathly afraid of anything so I was sure it wasn’t anything deadly. With her speech, mannerisms, and general disposition, I could only assume she had left behind a life of luxury to “find herself.”
The thought gave me pause; this wasn’t some piece of shit ‘90s movie. I wasn’t some asshole from the wrong side of the tracks whose only purpose was to show the heroine a little bit of passion before she went back to her real life. Just like Rosie wasn’t some snotty rich girl who would throw me away at the first chance of trouble.
She was mine.
I’d had my first taste of her; she was still on my tongue for f**k’s sake! It didn’t matter where she came from or what she was facing, Rosie had to understand that we were no cliché, I wouldn’t let her throw me away.
As awful as it sounded, I wanted to save her. I wanted her to know she could count on me to help her destroy anything and everything that stood in the way of her happiness and wellbeing.
Whether she liked it or not.
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Dex
Though she’d never been there, my bed felt empty without Rosie in it. Knowing she was right across the hall, so close to being with me but too far to reach, had me itching to get up and drag her into my room. Thinking about the events of earlier in the day, tasting her, feeling her, making her come on my tongue, had my c**k hard and aching for her touch. I wanted to fill her with every inch of me, giving and taking pleasure in her gorgeous body. It was at the point where
I didn’t think I would ever be satisfied until I got to f**k her. F**k her until both of us were so wrung out on pleasure we could barely stand it.
Still, I didn’t want to be a presumptuous asshole and assume she was ready for more. I needed a signal, I needed her to be sure and confident in her want of me before I finally took her.
Hearing a loud clatter and subsequent curses coming from the kitchen, I jumped up and rushed out of bed, heading toward the noise.
Rosie stood in my kitchen, clad in a pair of tiny, cloud- print shorts and a tank top. I tried my hardest not to eye her hardened n*****s peaking through the thin material before I addressed her.
“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” I walked toward her, helping pick up the takeout containers that fell out of the refrigerator.
She scoffed. “I got hungry, but you have so much garbage in here I can’t even reach the good stuff.” Rosie pointed a dainty finger towards the back of the fridge, at exactly what she was aiming for.
“Who the hell eats bagels at midnight?”
“Bagels and cream cheese are an anytime food, Dex.” She flashed me a smile.
I reached around her, grabbing the bag of bagels and the cream cheese before pulling out a knife and beginning to prepare them for her. “Didn’t I feed you enough earlier?”
Rosie shoved my arm. “You ate more than I did, if I remember correctly.”
I turned to face her. “When did you get to be such a smartass, huh?”
“Probably once I started working for you… Smartass.”
We were standing close and almost all of a sudden the two of us were nose- to- nose. I could smell the minty freshness of her newly- brushed teeth along with the floral scent of whatever shampoo she used.
Up close I could see the tiny, light freckles along her cheeks that hadn’t been there earlier, presumably caused by our time spent out in the sun. The crinkles around her eyes deepened beautifully as she smiled up at me and her soft, dirty blonde hair was still slightly wet from her shower.
She was so beautiful with that bright smile and those deep brown eyes. Her expression so open and earnest, so completely and totally Rosie. I knew in that moment, I had never seen or created anything as beautiful as Rosaline Reed. Nor could I ever hope to. The woman was in a league all of her own; I was just one of the assholes lucky enough to witness her in action.
Rosie licked her lips, before biting down on the bottom one and reaching out to stroke my right arm. Her touch sent bolts of electricity along my shirtless torso, making my hair stand on end.
“I’m about to kiss the shit out of you right now…”
Before she could reply, I pounced, my hands immediately framing her warm cheeks. My lips
latched onto hers, feeling their pillowy softness underneath me before swiping my tongue along her bottom lip. I wanted every part of me to be inside her, but this would have to do at the moment.
Rosie let out a groan; the sound reverberated against my lips, causing my d**k to pulse. With her body clutched tightly against mine, her tits pressed up against me, we stood in my kitchen, just enjoying the feeling of each other.
All too soon I pulled away. Rosie’s pretty, red mouth pouted in disappointment before I reached down to lift her up, wrapping her thick thighs around my waist and securing her place.
She laughed as I stalked out of the kitchen toward my bedroom. “What about my bagel?
As soon as I got her in my bed, I had to take a minute. Her creamy skin looked gorgeous against my dark sheets, and that damp hair fanned out perfectly along my pillowcase. I had no doubt
that her delicious scent was already soaking into my sheets and I loved it.
“You are so f*****g gorgeous, Rosie.” I couldn’t help saying. I didn’t even mean it as a
compliment, more as a declaration of how much she owned me. I couldn’t believe this woman was in my life, in my goddamned bed.
She smiled. “Look who’s talking.”
“Nah.” I leaned down, lifting her tank top and kissing along her plush stomach. “I may be handsome, but I ain’t got a damn thing on you, sweetheart.”
I swiftly helped Rosie lift her tank over her head, revealing her gorgeous b*****s to me for the first time. Two delicious handfuls topped with rosy pink n*****s, hard and straining against the cool air of my bedroom. There was nothing I needed more in that moment than to get my mouth on them.
“Oh, God…” she moaned, her breath shaky as my lips surrounded one of her hardened n*****s, my other hand softly plucking the other. “That feels so good, Dex.”
Her skin tasted delicious, I got a faint taste of whatever sweet body lotion she used after her shower. The taste, while a little tart, did nothing but turn me on. I suckled her areola before lightly biting down on her little n****e, making her gasp.
As I turned my attention to the other n****e, I couldn’t help but revel in how open and responsive she was with her pleasure.
She groaned and wiggled without abandon, letting her satisfaction at every touch be fully known. Rosie was totally unabashed in her pleasure during those moments, it was more than beautiful to behold.
My hands drifted down her soft body, making light work of her shorts before noticing she was bare underneath them.
“No panties?” I stated the obvious.
Rosie had the gall to blush before giving me a shy, knowing smile.
“Did you plan this?” I dropped another kiss on her belly, nipping lightly at the skin around her
inverted bellybutton. She squealed. “We’re you going to seduce me, Rosie?”
“I was.” Rosie’s voice sounded slightly impatient. “Until you ruined everything.”
I moved down the bed slightly. “I think it turned out for the best.”
Rosie’s p***y was as gorgeous as it had been earlier, her puffy lips swollen and glistening with her cream, separated slightly to reveal her darkened pink insides. The sight alone made my f*****g mouth water. I ached to get her sweet, musky taste against my tongue again but my c**k was steadily leaking in my pants, throbbing with the need to be inside her. I knew getting my mouth on her again would have to wait.
I slid two of my thick fingers inside her wet c**t, reveling in her tightness. I couldn’t help but lean down to lightly suckle at her c**t, getting a little taste of her.
I continued my ministrations on her p***y for a bit, f*****g into her with my fingers, getting her stretched and ready for me. When I slowly slid my fingers out of her, Rosie gasped and groaned disappointedly.
“Don’t worry, baby.” I worked out of my sleep pants and boxer briefs, pumping my hard c**k with my hand a few times. “I’m about to make it all better.”
Slipping back in between her spread thighs, I took a second to squeeze the base of my c**k. Just the sight of her, spread open under me, ready and eager for me to f**k her, had me ready come, but I couldn’t. Not yet. Not until I had my fill of her.
And I wasn’t entirely confident that would happen anytime soon.
D**k in hand, I slid my c**k between Rosie’s chubby p***y lips. Letting the tip kiss her flesh and coating myself in her juices before positioning myself at her tight entrance and slowly pushing
inside.
Her p***y was deliciously soft and silken, all too welcoming. She cried out as I began to move, pistoning in and out of her c**t at a slow, grueling pace. I didn’t want either of us to come yet, it was too soon. Rosie lifted her hips up off of the bed, f*****g herself on my c**k, signaling that the slow rhythm of my hips was annoying her.
I smirked. “This not good enough for you, sweetheart?”
Rosie growled, the sound cute and foreign coming from her swollen lips, before she whined. “I need you to f**k me, Dex.”
As always, I could deny her nothing.
I settled onto my knees, placing my hands underneath hers on either side of me before lifting them. Bending Rosie’s body almost in half and opening her p***y up for me even more before I sped up, driving my c**k into her deep and hard.
Rosie cried out, her eyes closed tightly as her hands grasped at the dark sheets below her. She looked so f*****g good spread out underneath me, taking my d**k like a goddamned pro. Those
gorgeous tits bouncing deliciously in time with my every thrust and her red p***y stretched out, her walls clinging to my c**k every time I left her, coating my hardness in her cream.
“You feel so f*****g good.” I couldn’t help but compliment her. “You’re so good at taking my d**k, baby.”
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Her words seemed to escape her but her p***y tightened even more around me, causing my movements to stutter a bit.
I growled. “Hold your legs up.”
With my hands free, I leaned down, latching onto Rosie’s neck with my mouth, s*****g passion marks into her skin while my hands went to grasp her hips. I fucked her brutally, seeking my own pleasure and demanding hers.
“F**k me!” Rosie pleaded, begging me not to stop every few seconds.
As if I ever could.
I leaned back again, looking down at her pleasure- reddened skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. I could hardly take it. Her p***y felt so f*****g good. Too f*****g good.
I needed to come. But I needed her to pop off first.
“Play with your c**t, Rosie.” She followed my command, immediately reaching down to rub her dainty fingers against her hard, glistening c**t. The sight of it gave me pause.
She looked so f*****g gorgeous playing with her own p***y, I could have spent hours watching Rosie take gratification in her own touch. And I would one day, just not right now.
“C’mon, baby. Come all over my d**k. Let me feel it.”
A few more pointed thrusts and I felt Rosie come apart underneath me. Her delicious c**t contracting wetly around me, as her orgasm crashed through her. That gorgeous body of hers wracked with shivers.
I followed not long after, my d**k pulsing inside of her still orgasming p***y, shooting my come into her, making her wet and sloppy with me.
I stayed inside of her for a beat longer, letting our oversensitive bodies calm down before slowly pulling out. Loving the sight of my cream escaping her fucked out slit. Completely unconcerned, for the moment, that it was there at all.
I could think of nothing but the fact that I was so intensely, epically in love with her.
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Rosie
I loved him.
It was a ridiculous notion, I barely knew the man a few weeks, but the way my heart swelled and soared at the very brush of his fingers and the way his mere presence filled me with a joy that I hadn’t felt since my mother was alive made my feelings obvious to me.
I loved Dexter Quinn. It was foolish and premature and entirely ridiculous but I did. No amount of denial would change that.
Reaching down to touch between my thighs, I felt the evidence of him still lingering there,
coating the insides of my legs and on the lips of my p***y. The feeling, while completely foreign, wasn’t unwelcome. In fact, I liked it. I liked that he had marked me in that way. It made me feel
like what we had was somehow permanent.
I knew logically that I shouldn’t have let him come inside me. Dex and I hadn’t been engaged in a long- term relationship with each other, nor had we discussed our sexual histories with much depth. It was completely stupid of me, and him for that matter, to forgo protection. It seemed all aspects of logical thought went out of the window when he was near me.
I had never been in love before, I never had the chance to be. Not in the all- girls boarding schools I was forced into during my adolescence and certainly not with Daniel Bennett. Of course I had crushes before. On boys and men who were just unattainable enough for me to fantasize about but never have to worry about actually falling for. But romantic love was completely foreign to me; it was something I read about in books, saw in movies, even noticed on the faces of those around me, but it never had a place in my life.
My purpose had always been clear; get enough of an education to appear intelligent, lure in some rich, well- connected man and leave any feelings I had behind as I became the perfect trophy wife.
Love had never been a factor or an option.
Dex snuck into my world, with all of his passion and laughter, and completely obliterated everything I thought I knew about how life was supposed to be. Even still, there wasn’t a single part of me that didn’t want to thank him for it.
As Dex drifted off to sleep beside me, I stared down at his handsome face. His long, dark eyelashes resting against his lightly tanned cheeks, his strong, bare chest rising and falling rhythmically with his deep breaths.
He was so damned gorgeous I could hardly believe he was real.
But he was. He was real, and raw, and mine.
And I was his too.
The next morning, after a couple hours of being generally useless and fooling around, Dex and I were enjoying a couple bowls of cereal when I got a text from Nora.
You free today?
I looked over at Dex, staring intently at the baseball game rerun on the screen. “Do we have plans today?”
Without looking at me he answered, “I was planning on going into the studio for a little while.” I replied to Nora.
No, why?
We’re going out. I’ll swing by your place in an hour. I’m actually not at home.
???
I hesitated when trying
to figure out my reply. Did I tell her I had spent the night with my boss or divulge something more. Was Dex my boyfriend?
I stayed over a friend’s last night.
This friend doesn’t happen to be a well- known local artist, would it? Come pick me up and find out.
After texting Nora Dex’s address, I had just enough time to take a shower and dress myself before she showed up. Dex had already gone, giving me a deep, panty- wetting kiss goodbye with promises to check in, in a bit.
Instead of ringing the bell like a normal person, Nora texted me to inform me of her arrival.
“Holy shit, dude!” she exclaimed once I was safely inside of her little black car. “This place is amazing.”
I laughed at her excitement, nodding my head in agreement. “You should see the inside.”
“God, Rosaline.” Nora clutched her chest dramatically, looking over at me with simpering eyes. “Gorgeous, rich, and talented. You sure know how to pick ‘em.”
“Start the damn car, Nora.”
Nora drove us to some hip downtown restaurant for brunch. The interior somehow managed to be rustic and modern at the same time. It had an air of pretentiousness that made you feel cool for being there, but not too much that it made you hate yourself for thinking that way. It reminded me a lot of the trendy New York City restaurants I would visit with my friends when I was still in college.
“So, what the hell is going on with you and this “friend” of yours?” She used air- quotes around the word ”friend.”
“Technically, he’s my boss.” I shrugged. “But things have changed recently.”
Nora laughed. “No shit! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me your boss was Dex Quinn!”
“I didn’t know it mattered.” I was a little embarrassed. “I didn’t even know who he was, to be completely honest.”
I still had a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that Dex was somewhat famous. He didn’t have paparazzi following him around or people begging for autographs. But his name definitely carried a lot of clout in certain circles.
I quickly recounted the story to Nora, including every horny little detail. It felt so good to have someone to talk to. Hell, it felt great to have something to talk about. I never had girlfriends to gush over boys with and I sure as hell hadn’t had any boys worth gushing over. Most of my friendships were superficial and uncaring, formed due to close proximity and social status.
Nora seemed different. She was completely genuine. Listening to my story with intent, commenting when she felt like it and offering her opinion on certain aspects, fully enraptured with the still ongoing story of Dex and I.
She said nothing as I ended the tale, finishing off with the details about the night before. “Wow…”
I nodded my head……..
“That is some love story, Rosaline Reed.”
I chuckled a bit, not replying but inwardly agreeing with her assessment. “I think so. I’ve never really been in love before.” I admitted.
She laughed, her pretty face lighting up in the early afternoon sun. “Lucky you. You didn’t have to go through a bunch of awful assholes before you found your Mr. Right.”
“Enough about me, what’s going on in your world? Is that gross guy still bothering you at work?”
Nora groaned, her hand running through her dark brown shoulder length hair. “No, thank God! He grabbed my a*s the other night and Terry banned him from the bar.” She took a sip of her mimosa. “The f*****g prick.”
She kept going, prattling on about her classes at college and the rebellious stage her younger sister was going through. And I let her. I loved hearing about her life. So full of love and color. Nora always seemed to be working on four projects on top of her schooling and work. I didn’t know how she did it. She was completely tireless, relentlessly ambitious, and totally amazing.
She was probably the most effortlessly cool person I had ever met in my entire life. Besides, Dex, of course. I silently prayed a little bit of her rubbed off on me during our time together.
After Brunch, Nora dropped me off at Dex’s studio, making me promise to check in with her every once in awhile so she could make sure “that f*****g Casanova boyfriend of yours hasn’t killed you with the power of good d**k.”
“Dex.” My voice held a sing- songy tone as I announced my presence in the warehouse.
“I’m back here, baby.” His voice came from a secluded corner of the studio, one he normally used to house unfinished paintings and other projects.
He was stationed in front of a large canvas, looking over the painting towards me. “Come here.” He beckoned me closer. “I want you to see this.”
The painting was beautiful, just as every piece of work created by his hands was, but it was the subject of the art that made me choke up. It was me. Kind of. The slate grey background of the painting held my face in the center. Both abstract and not, half of the portrait of me was covered in colorful brushstrokes; choppy, messy, and endlessly beautiful.
Dex had somehow gotten every detail of my face down perfectly while also transforming my likeness into something more extraordinary than I could have ever hoped to be.
I wondered if this was how he always saw me. If this was how he saw everyone.
The flood of emotions that filled me was unbelievable. I never saw myself depicted so wonderfully before. I never had anyone devote the time and effort into knowing me the way Dex had.
In that moment, filled with love and overflowing with wonderment at the man beside me, I could do nothing but tear up.
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Dex
Watching Rosie try to hide her little sniffles had me cursing myself. Maybe the painting had been too much too soon. I put my heart, soul, and the entire extent of my feelings for her inside of the piece. I hadn’t expected her to see it so soon, definitely not while it was still unfinished, but I didn’t think viewing it for the first time would reduce her to tears either.
“F**k!” I took her into my arms, bringing her head into the crook of my neck. “Don’t cry, baby.”
Rosie sobbed harder, her body shivering in my arms and her tears sliding against my warm skin. I tightened my arms around her and said nothing, waiting for her to calm down.
A couple minutes of vehement crying quietly turned into soft sniffles as she calmed herself down, prompting me to apologize.
“Shit, Rosie. I didn’t mean to make you upset. You weren’t even supposed to see the damn thing.”
It felt weird, apologizing for my art. It wasn’t something I ever did before and sure as hell didn’t plan on doing it again, but as it stood, I probably would have done anything to ensure the happiness of my Rosie.
She shook her head, her dirty blonde curls falling around her face. “No, no. I’m not crying because I’m sad, Dex.”
I was confused. What the hell else would she be crying for?
“I’m just…” she trailed off, looking up into my eyes, her pretty mouth curled into a small smile. “I’m really honored. No one has ever done anything like this for me before.”
I didn’t know what to say; it seemed almost impossible. Rosie was the most awe- inspiring person I had ever met, so full of mystery and goodness. It was hard to believe she had never been used as inspiration fodder by some poor asshole who had been knocked off of his feet by her presence.
I captured her again, wrapping myself around her, thankful that I hadn’t actually upset her.
“What can I say, sweetheart. You inspire the hell out of me.”
“Do you want to go to an exhibit with me tomorrow night?” I asked Rosie immediately as she finished a phone call with a local art supplier.
“Huh?” She didn’t even look up at me, distracted by the notes she was jotting down. I chuckled. “You know. An art exhibit. At a gallery.”
Rosie looked up from her paper, her face adorably unimpressed. “I know what an exhibit is, smartass.” She reached over to open the calendar on the desktop computer in front of her, clicking on the calendar app. “I just don’t see one on your schedule.”
“I know.” I leaned against the doorframe, watching her seamlessly complete multiple tasks at once. naijatea stories. Our budding relationship aside, she really was the best assistant I ever had. Endlessly efficient and hardworking. “It was scheduled before you started. I forgot to mention it.”
She nodded her head but ignored my previous question. I scoffed. “Say you’ll go with me.”
“I don’t have anything nice enough to wear to an art exhibit.”
I looked down at her outfit, a pair of a*s- hugging skinny jeans and a loose fitting cotton tank top. “You can go in what you have on now for all I care.”
The frown on her face deepened. “I think you keep forgetting that I don’t know anything about art. I wouldn’t be very good company.”
I laughed. “Rosie, no one at these things ever knows a goddamn thing about art.” “So why do you want to go?”
“I don’t. But as it stands, one of my pieces is going to be shown so I kind of have to show my face.” “And why do you want me to go?”
I narrowed my eyes. “I thought that was pretty damn obvious.” Rosie relinquished, grinning up at my expectant face. “Fine.”
I dragged her out of the office chair by her face, claiming my victory with my mouth.
I was completely speechless when I picked Rosie up from her apartment the next evening. There was nothing I could have said, no words or expressions that could accurately convey how f*****g
stunning she looked.
Her plump, curvy body was covered in a low- cut pale yellow dress that flared out into large pleats at the waist and showed off the gorgeous expanse of her neck, her lightly freckled shoulders and the tops of her full b*****s. Her hair was swept up into a curly up- do, giving me full view of her lightly made up face, and her dainty little feet were encased in a pair of white, strappy heels.
“You like?” She spoke first before closing her door and stepping out into the hallway, giving me a coy little twirl.
“You look good enough to eat, baby.”
Rosie grinned, her glossy lips curling upwards to reveal her pearly teeth. Her beauty was almost too much for me to handle. “Is it appropriate for the occasion? I’ve never been to one of these before so I wasn’t sure.”
“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” A thought pop
ped into my head. “I thought you said you didn’t have anything to wear?” She shrugged. “It was on sale.”
Our drive to the gallery was spent in relative silence, we enjoyed the soft sounds of a local radio personality announcing the chart- topping hits as we made our way further downtown. As we pulled up and parked out front, I heard Rosie take a deep, shaky breath next to me.
I looked over at her, my expression concerned. “Hey, you alright?”
Rosie stared at the group lingering on the sidewalk outside, all impeccably dressed and laughing amongst one another. “Yeah, I’m just a little nervous.”
Taking her hand I prompted her to turn around and face me. “Everything is going to be okay, Rosie. You have nothing to be nervous about.”
She did nothing but nod, visibly steadying herself before unbuckling her seatbelt. I quickly exited the car and made my way around the other side, offering her a soft peck on the forehead as she stepped out.
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