The Little Black Dress (Love in Las Vegas)

33. What Do Naughty Girls Need?

Sophie

Alittle thrill shoots through me at Jared’s command. I wasn’t lying when I said I needed him, though it did take me a long time and several encouraging text messages from Ava and Zoey to work up the nerve to text him in the first place.

I’d been texting with my friends since I got home from work, telling them everything that’s happened between me and Jared in the last twenty-four hours. I was feeling a little unsure of myself, wondering if it was a good idea to admit how much I need him right now. I couldn’t decide if it was the inappropriateness of such a text or my fear of rejection that had me so worried, but my friends were right.

Jared wants me as much as I want him, and his actions over the last twenty-four hours have proved it. I had nothing to worry about.

Me: He asked me to come over right now! Well, ordered it, really.

Zoey: Get it, girl!! *party face emoji* *eggplant emoji*

Ava: Maybe you should make him wait a while. He might spank you for it. *table tennis paddle emoji*

Me: A girl can dream. *laughing face emoji* Okay, I gotta go.

Zoey: Text us later! Love you.

Ava: Have fun, you little minx.

Me: Love you guys!

I jump off my bed and run to my dresser, ripping open my lingerie drawer. Pulling out a black satin teddy, I eye it critically. I look good in it, and it makes me feel sexy as hell, but is it too much? Does it scream “desperation?”

It has reinforced cups and a lace-up bodice that make my boobs look amazing. And it’s crotch-less.

I bought it online on impulse, and I’ve never worn it, other than a brief moment to try it on when it first arrived on my doorstep. I finger the silky material for a moment and try to imagine Jared’s reaction to seeing me in this.

I think he’ll love it.

Firming up my resolve, I slip out of my bra and panties and pull the teddy on. It brushes divinely against my skin, making me feel empowered and sexy. Looking at myself in the mirror, I nod at my reflection. I’m totally wearing this.

I pull on a pair of shorts and a loose tank top over the lingerie, slip my feet into some flip-flops, grab my phone, keys, and bag, and head out the door. I’m eager to see Jared. For him to see me.

I got a text from him while I was still texting the girls, giving me his address. I’d been asleep when I went to his house last time, and when he brought me home, I was a little…distracted. I plug it into my phone and follow the directions to his neighborhood. My heart is racing with anticipation, and I curse every red light I hit on my way there.

He must be watching his security cameras, because the gates start to roll open before I even make it to the call box at the end of his drive. His obvious impatience ramps up my own, and I roll up the driveway much faster than I normally would.

The front door swings open as I pull to a jarring stop, and I jump out of the car and rush toward Jared as he steps out onto the porch. I slam into him, and he catches me with strong arms, lifting my feet off the ground before turning to carry me inside. He kisses me the whole time, his velvet tongue driving me mad with need.

Once inside, he sets me to my feet and turns to close and lock the door. Spinning back to me, he smiles.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” I reply, my own smile matching his.

Something brushes against my leg, and I jump back with a screech. Deuces looks up at me with those big, yellow eyes, and I start to tremble.

“Oh, come on,” Jared says, his voice snapping me out of the hypnotic state in which the cat’s stare had put me. “You’re not still worried about bad luck, are you? It’s just a cat.”

I shake my head quickly, and Jared gives me a disbelieving look. Rolling his eyes, he steps forward and sweeps me up into his arms, carrying me like a bride over the threshold as he starts to move.

“I’d better carry you to my bed, then, so you don’t trip or something. Can’t have my cat’s bad luck ruining our night.”

I relax against him and press a kiss to his neck before whispering, “Good idea.”

He chuckles then, and the sound warms me. He strides into his room and moves to lay me on the bed, but I tell him to stop and struggle free of his arms.