I stared at her with desire. “But you want to.”
Her eyes didn’t move even a centimeter away from mine. She sucked her cheeks in, a flush creeping up her neck onto her cheeks. Then, she turned around and started looking through the rack of dresses.
I smirked. I mean, she didn’t disagree with me.
After Fallon tried on a handful of dresses and I sat in the lone chair near the dressing room, I became painfully bored.
Fallon wouldn’t come out and show me the dresses. She stayed in her tiny-ass dressing room by herself. I assumed it was because she was avoiding me and my “friendly” ways. The clerk hadn’t been back to check on us once, and the store was basically empty. We totally could have banged it out in the dressing room.
“Psst!”
I inched my head upward in the direction of the black door.
Fallon hissed again. “Psst! Emmett!”
I chuckled. “What?”
“I need… I need your help.”
I looked around the store, seeing no one in sight. I stood up, smoothing out my jeans, and walked over to her dressing room door. “What’s wrong? Finally want to take me up on that offer from earlier?”
I heard her sigh. “No, the dress… is stuck on my belly button ring!”
“Oh, shit. I meant to ask you how it’s doing? Still like it?”
“Emmett!” she shrieked. “This is not the time to ask if I still like it! It’s fucking stuck on my dress and it hurts. It’s tugging it.”
“Open up.”
I stood back, waiting for the door to swing open. After a few long, dreadful seconds, Fallon slowly pushed it open. I stepped inside and was mind-blown at how large the dressing room was. Jesus. It was perfect for having sex!
“Emmett!” Fallon cried. I hurriedly took my attention off the expansive room and took in the sight in front of me.
Holy…
“Wow, this is a winner. I know I haven’t seen the other dresses, but you look…” I couldn’t even form words. All I could focus on was my dick growing inside my jeans. “Derek was a fuckin’ idiot saying no to red. Jesus Christ. Is he gay? Because you look damn edible, Fallon.”
Fallon’s mouth fell open at the same time her eyes widened. I could have sworn I saw a faint smile appearing on her lips, but she swallowed harshly. “Emmett, my belly button ring. It hurts.”
“Oh, right. Sorry. Okay, what do you need me to do?”
“Well, every time I move my arms up to unzip my dress, it pulls on it. Which is why I’m standing like a robot.”
I laughed, noting the way Fallon’s bare arms were bent out in front of her. “Okay, well, turn around, and I’ll unzip it and then detach whatever part it’s snagged on.” I started to walk closer to her, but she stepped back quickly, pain evident on her face.
“No!”
I stood back, confused. “What?”
“You can’t unzip it!”
“Why?”
“Because…” Fallon’s eyes darted away. “I’m not wearing a bra, and you’ll straight up see the goods.”
I paused, and my eyes went directly to her chest. I really took in her dress, her curves. Everything.
The dress was cut really low in the front, like a V leading down toward her toned stomach. Her breasts looked round and perky, the skin on the sides showing off their creamy, smooth color.