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Authors: Nelle L'Amour
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However, I refrained and limped toward the entrance to the store.
Andre, as promised, was waiting for me as I exited Bergdorf’s. A store employee followed me out, carrying my garment-bagged gown over one arm, and a Bergdorf’s shopping bag with my shoes, gloves, purse, and tiara in the other. Andre instantly jumped out of the limo to help me inside and load my booty.
The ride to my nearby apartment took no time. After retrieving my Bergdorf items, Andre opened my passenger door. As I scooted out, he scooped me into his powerful arms. “Mr. Golden is insistent that I carry you up to your apartment and see you safely to your door.”
I sighed. My over-protective Trainman! Actually, I was relieved not to have to climb up three flights of stairs with my aching, torn-up knee. I carefully draped the dress over my arms so that it wouldn’t drag along the steps and let Andre hold the bag with all the accessories. Leaning against Andre’s broad uniformed chest, I felt something hard press into my side. A concealed weapon? I bet he was ex-CIA or a navy seal. I was dying to ask him but held my tongue. Along the way, we passed Mrs. Blumberg, on her way to Friday night services. Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets. I could only begin to imagine what she was thinking when she saw me in the arms of this handsome black hunk. The third man she had seen me with this week! I had to bite down on my lip to stifle my laughter.
Once we were safely inside my apartment and after Andre had done some reconnaissance (which further corroborated by ex-CIA theory), he ambled toward the door. He paused at the doorway and turned to me.
“Ms. Greene, you mean a lot to Mr. Golden. He is a very good man, and you are very good for him.”
My skin prickled, and I broke into a smile. “Thanks, Andre. He means a lot to me.”
His normally stoic face cracked a smile back at me. “I will be back here with Mr. Golden at six. Please meet us outside.” He exited my apartment, and my heart fluttered at the thought of my evening ahead.
The phone rang and I hobbled over to it, managing to pick up the call before it rolled over to my answering machine.
“No panties.” CLICK.
“Tonight, tonight. Won’t be just any night … ” The words and melody floated through my head as wetness gathered between my legs. I could hardly wait.
4
A T A LITTLE BEFORE SIX o’clock, I was downstairs on the landing, waiting for the limo. Passersby stared at me in my gorgeous pink ball gown, long gloves, and tiara. I even heard a little girl tell her mom, “Look, Mommy, a real-life princess!” I couldn’t help smiling.
The warm air was humid, and storm clouds threatened. But I wasn’t going to let anything rain on my parade.
At precisely six, Ari’s limo rolled up. Andre got out of the car and held open the passenger door for me. He gave me an uncharacteristic thumbs-up. I returned the sweet gesture with an equally uncharacteristic wink.
As carefully and gracefully as I could, I slid into the car, holding up my voluminous gown. I had never seen such a wide-eyed expression on Ari, who was more dashing than ever in a black tux and blue bow tie that matched the color of his twinkling eyes. His jaw dropped. Only one word formed on his lips. “Wow.”
I was tingling all over. From his reaction and from his gorgeousness.
In the blink of an eye, the expression on his face grew lustful. His brows furrowed. “Get over here, Saarah.” He pointed to his lap, where a tent between his legs had newly formed.
Teetering between fear and desire, I curled up onto his lap, letting my ball gown sprawl over him and across the back seat. His hardness penetrated the layers of the dress and pressed against my pantyless sex. As much as every ounce of my body craved his man, I was not keen on him ravishing me in the limo and messing up the princess I had become.
To my surprise, he gently pressed my head against his broad shoulder and just held me in his arms. His soft
Andre, as promised, was waiting for me as I exited Bergdorf’s. A store employee followed me out, carrying my garment-bagged gown over one arm, and a Bergdorf’s shopping bag with my shoes, gloves, purse, and tiara in the other. Andre instantly jumped out of the limo to help me inside and load my booty.
The ride to my nearby apartment took no time. After retrieving my Bergdorf items, Andre opened my passenger door. As I scooted out, he scooped me into his powerful arms. “Mr. Golden is insistent that I carry you up to your apartment and see you safely to your door.”
I sighed. My over-protective Trainman! Actually, I was relieved not to have to climb up three flights of stairs with my aching, torn-up knee. I carefully draped the dress over my arms so that it wouldn’t drag along the steps and let Andre hold the bag with all the accessories. Leaning against Andre’s broad uniformed chest, I felt something hard press into my side. A concealed weapon? I bet he was ex-CIA or a navy seal. I was dying to ask him but held my tongue. Along the way, we passed Mrs. Blumberg, on her way to Friday night services. Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets. I could only begin to imagine what she was thinking when she saw me in the arms of this handsome black hunk. The third man she had seen me with this week! I had to bite down on my lip to stifle my laughter.
Once we were safely inside my apartment and after Andre had done some reconnaissance (which further corroborated by ex-CIA theory), he ambled toward the door. He paused at the doorway and turned to me.
“Ms. Greene, you mean a lot to Mr. Golden. He is a very good man, and you are very good for him.”
My skin prickled, and I broke into a smile. “Thanks, Andre. He means a lot to me.”
His normally stoic face cracked a smile back at me. “I will be back here with Mr. Golden at six. Please meet us outside.” He exited my apartment, and my heart fluttered at the thought of my evening ahead.
The phone rang and I hobbled over to it, managing to pick up the call before it rolled over to my answering machine.
“No panties.” CLICK.
“Tonight, tonight. Won’t be just any night … ” The words and melody floated through my head as wetness gathered between my legs. I could hardly wait.
4
A T A LITTLE BEFORE SIX o’clock, I was downstairs on the landing, waiting for the limo. Passersby stared at me in my gorgeous pink ball gown, long gloves, and tiara. I even heard a little girl tell her mom, “Look, Mommy, a real-life princess!” I couldn’t help smiling.
The warm air was humid, and storm clouds threatened. But I wasn’t going to let anything rain on my parade.
At precisely six, Ari’s limo rolled up. Andre got out of the car and held open the passenger door for me. He gave me an uncharacteristic thumbs-up. I returned the sweet gesture with an equally uncharacteristic wink.
As carefully and gracefully as I could, I slid into the car, holding up my voluminous gown. I had never seen such a wide-eyed expression on Ari, who was more dashing than ever in a black tux and blue bow tie that matched the color of his twinkling eyes. His jaw dropped. Only one word formed on his lips. “Wow.”
I was tingling all over. From his reaction and from his gorgeousness.
In the blink of an eye, the expression on his face grew lustful. His brows furrowed. “Get over here, Saarah.” He pointed to his lap, where a tent between his legs had newly formed.
Teetering between fear and desire, I curled up onto his lap, letting my ball gown sprawl over him and across the back seat. His hardness penetrated the layers of the dress and pressed against my pantyless sex. As much as every ounce of my body craved his man, I was not keen on him ravishing me in the limo and messing up the princess I had become.
To my surprise, he gently pressed my head against his broad shoulder and just held me in his arms. His soft
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