Endless Obsession

I carefully slide the card back inside the envelope and put it on top of the lid, then reach out for the sheer material. It feels so soft and smooth in my hand. I’ve always had a thing for expensive lingerie; it’s my guilty pleasure. I know it’s a habit I shouldn’t have, since it’s such an expensive one, but it’s one thing I refuse to give up. There’s no better feeling than having the softest silky material against your skin all day. The contents of my underwear drawer are probably the most expensive thing in my house.

What I lift out of the box has me gasping in delight. It’s a white Juliette babydoll with a lace-covered satin bodice and short flowing sheer skirt that I know will show more than hide. There’s also a pair of satin white low-rise bikinis that would barely cover the curve of my ass, and a piece of soft scarf-length material. I pull the long piece of fabric out and run my fingers over it. It’s just as smooth as the babydoll.

I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t wait to feel this against my body. I should be scared of the possibility of meeting Sterling, and yes, I am a bit nervous, but the anticipation outweighs the nervousness tenfold. I just hope he’s everything I’ve dreamed of him being, and not the psychopath he could be.

I carefully put everything back inside the box and carry it to my room where I put it on the bed. I’m not sure what Sterling has planned tonight, or what time I should be ready, but I figure it won’t be until later.

Leaving the gorgeous lingerie behind, I walk back to the kitchen to finish my food, bouncing on my heels the entire time with a huge grin on my face.

I step out of the shower after spending a good thirty minutes underneath the spray. I’ve shaved and reshaved my legs, pits, and my girly bits. With regards to my girly bits, I left a small patch of hair in the center. I’ve shampooed and deep conditioned my hair so it will be soft and glossy once it dries. Standing in front of the mirror, I apply a sweet lavender scented lotion all over my body. Next, I brush my teeth twice and swish around some mouthwash until my mouth feels like it’s on fire. After drying my hair and leaving it falling loosely down my back in soft waves, I leave the bathroom and walk to my bed where the lingerie is still sitting in its box.

Some people may say I’m crazy for going to such lengths to impress a guy I’ve never met, and they’re right. But you know what? I have no fucks to give and have decided to throw caution to the wind and take a chance. It’s a chance I may well regret, but it’s one I’ll regret even more if I don’t.

I’ve never had a man think so much of me that he would go to the lengths that Sterling has just to know me. For eight long months, he’s taken the time to send me flowers that he knew I loved. Who does that? Every woman wants such a man, but even I have to admit the circumstances here are worrisome. But I have to know what this is, and figure out if it’s something worth going forward with.

He talks to me like he’d do anything to please me. He’s already shown me that he wants to take care of me, making me think of him as one of the heroes you read about in romance novels. You know, the guys that will do anything, be anything, and will drop everything for the girl? The whole idea of him is like a fantasy come true. I want that fantasy to become a reality so bad.

I slide the lingerie out of the box and run my fingers over the lacy cups. I haven’t heard from Sterling yet, and the more time that passes, the more anxious and nervous I get. I let my towel slide to the floor and slip my feet into the panties. Just as I predicted, my ass hangs out of the sides. But it looks sexy. I pick up the nightie, slip it on, and let it glide down my body. The material feels like heaven against my skin.

Walking back to the bathroom, I look at myself in the mirror. Although I love expensive bras and panties, it’s not often I wear nighties. I sleep naked, and I haven’t had a sexual relationship in over a year, so there wasn’t really any need. Looking at myself now, with my hair down around my shoulders, my tanned skin against the stark white of the nightie, my cheeks pink from excitement, and the smile I can’t keep off my face, I have to admit, even to myself, I look sexy.

The cups of the nightie hug my breasts and push them up, giving me ample cleavage. You can see my dark nipples through the material. Right between my breasts, it separates and flows loosely down my stomach until it reaches just below my waistline. I feel sensual and decadent.

I walk out of the bathroom, unsure of what to do next. Obviously, he has something planned, but I have no idea what. It could just be him calling and us talking on the phone. I want to hear his voice again, but I’d rather hear it in person.

I grab a bottle of Moscato from the fridge and a wine glass out of the cabinet before walking back to the bedroom. I pour myself a glass and set it on my nightstand, just as I settle down on top of the covers with my phone in my lap. I feel like a desperate hussy waiting on a booty call, and it makes me giggle.

I decide to bring up the kindle app on my phone and read for a bit while I wait on whatever is going to happen next. I recline back against my fluffy pillows and curl my legs beneath me. I admire the silky feeling rubbing against my stomach and upper thighs.

A few minutes later, I’m so absorbed in my book that I jump when my phone starts playing Take Me To Church by Hozier. My stomach quivers and my palms start to sweat as I look down at the screen and see Sterling’s name. I wipe my palms on my bedspread and swipe my finger across the screen. I can’t help the rush of excitement I feel as I bring the phone to my ear.

“Hi,” I say breathlessly.

“Hello, Poppy,” comes his deep, velvety reply.

Chapter Nine

Asher

I slide from my car and quietly close the door behind me. Walking across the dark street and into Poppy’s front yard, I make my way to the side of her house. I stop by the electrical box that’s screwed to the siding, pick the lock, and disengage the floodlights that are placed on both corners of Poppy’s house in the backyard. Next, I pick the lock on her fence, leaving it slightly ajar behind me. If tonight doesn’t go according to plan, and Poppy doesn’t cooperate, I’ll need to get away quickly. She may be reluctant at first, but I think she’ll see the benefits of what I have planned. Her need to see and know me is almost as strong as my need to touch her, and that makes me a very happy man.

I come up to her window and peek inside. I know she’s in her room, but it’s not because I’ve been watching her all day. I only watched her as she opened her gift, but then I made myself turn the video feed off. It was pure torture, but I wanted to see her in the lingerie I got her in person, not from my phone or computer screen. When I pulled up a few minutes ago, I brought up the video feed just long enough to see that she was reclining back on her bed with her phone in her hands. I forced my eyes to stay on her face and not travel down her silk-clad body.

My cock turns rock solid when I see her curled up on her bed, her breasts almost popping out of the satin top of the nightie. Her thick brown hair is left down to fall over her shoulders. The length is long, and will be a good way to keep her in place as I fuck her from behind. I can see the dark points of her nipples poking out of the soft material. She’s slightly facing me, so I can see a glimpse of toned stomach peeking out of the split of the fabric.

My mouth waters at the thought of sliding my tongue all over her gorgeous body. I was intent on waiting until we went to Dallas to finally touch her, but I just can’t wait any longer. Seeing a new side to Poppy and having her really talk to me without intimidation has really pushed my buttons. I found myself several times damn near snatching her body to me and devouring every inch of her skin. Sitting across from her at dinner on Wednesday and seeing her relax in my company gave me one of the best feelings in the world. It’s a damn good thing she got in her car when she did, because I was seconds

away from saying fuck it and pinning her to the door and fucking every hole she has. I feel crazy with need for her.

Although I’m allowing myself to give into the need to touch her, I’m still not giving my identity up yet. That’s where the scarf comes in. A wicked smile touches my lips with all the things I could do with that scarf.

Keeping my eyes pinned on Poppy, I pull my phone from my pocket. It’s not my usual phone. I bought one specifically for Poppy. As her boss, she knows my personal cell number, so I had to buy another one when I came up with the idea to start texting her. Her number is the only one programmed in, so I don’t need to search for it. I hit the green phone icon by her name and bring it to my ear. Satisfaction soars through me when I see her reaction at seeing my name on her screen.

“Hi,” she says, her soft voice making my already rock-hard cock to jump.

“Hello, Poppy.”

I watch through the window as a stunning smile crosses her lips. It almost takes my fucking breath away.