“Ummm, Leonard?” she asks, and my spine goes rigid as I straighten out my back.
“Yes, Starling?” There is a shuffling noise inside her changing room before she answers.
“The zipper is stuck. I can’t get out of the dress,” she says, panic laced in her voice. It sends me on high alert. The sales associate next to me offers his help, but I’m not letting anyone else see her bare back.
“I’ll help,” I call back, knocking a little on the changing room door.
I should go search for Lilah. She’s respectful and professional, and I know she wouldn’t look anywhere near Chiara’s body because she’s happily married, but I don’t want her to help. I want to be the one.
“Okay, but don’t laugh,” she says before opening the door and letting me in.
“Why would I laugh?” Chiara points at the zipper at the front, and I furrow my brows at her. “Isn’t that supposed to be in the—” She cuts me off.
“Yeah, it’s supposed to be the other way around, but I obviously wasn’t paying attention, alright?” she barks at me, and I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from smiling. Sometimes she can be really adorable.
“If it’s in the front, why do you need my help?” I ask, and Chiara lets out a strained breath.
“I can’t get it to unzip,” she mumbles, making it impossible for me not to grin down at her a little. “I said don’t laugh,” she repeats and smacks my arm.
“I’m not laughing!” I defend, but we both know a grin comes pretty close to a figurative laugh for me.
“Just help me. This is embarrassing enough as is without you laughing at me.” A blush settles on her cheeks, and I feel every part of my amusement vanish. I don’t want her to be embarrassed around me, ever. Maybe a few months ago I would have made a stupid comment, but not at this point.
“It’s alright, Starling, we’ll get you out of this predicament,” I say and lift my hands to the zipper right at her cleavage. I hesitate for a moment, sucking in a silent breath. “May I?” Chiara gives me a nod, so I wrap my fingers around the metal once more and start tugging on it.
It doesn’t budge.
“Maybe something’s stuck, like part of the fabric,” she says, but I’ve been staring at it for the past minute to spot anything like that, and there is nothing.
“It isn’t stuck, but it won’t slide down either,” I reply, and she frowns at me.
“There has to be something there!” she says, a bit of desperation lacing her words. She wants to get this dress off without it breaking, I know her, but if everything else fails, I will tear it off her and pay for it. Without hesitation.
“There isn’t, Chiara,” I reply, still tugging.
“Maybe you need glasses because nothing else makes sense,” she fires back, and I barely keep from rolling my eyes at her. We’re on the brink of an argument I don’t want to have while she’s vulnerable in front of me.
“You’re so stubborn. Why can’t you believe me when I say there is nothing—”
I’m cut off by the zipper slipping all the way down. Surprised, I let go of the fabric, causing it to pool at her feet and leave her in only black lace panties. Her breasts are so stunning, one a little bigger than the other, but both perfect, it knocks the air out of me. When I realise I’m ogling her naked body, I screw my eyes shut and spin around.
“Sorry,” I manage to croak out, my body overheating from desire and arousal. My cock is begging me to turn back around to her, but, luckily, my head is doing all the thinking.
“This is not how I pictured you seeing me naked for the first time,” she says with a little laugh I can tell she doesn’t mean. I drop my forehead against the door and try to calm my breathing.
“I didn’t see anything,” I lie in an attempt to make her feel better. My heart is thumping against my ribcage with so much force, I’m pretty sure I can hear my ribs moaning in complaint.
“Liar,” she says, and I remember how well she can see through me.
“I didn’t see much,” I say to try and recover, but when her hands slip onto my shoulder blades, I lose all of my self-control. I spin around, my hands moving down her body until they cup her arse and lift her into the air. Her back hits the door I’ve become a massive fan of.
“Leonard,” she moans as I grind my hips into her, a smile dancing onto her lips. My eyes drop to her beautiful breasts before shifting back to her lips.
“Tell me not to kiss you,” I beg because my muscles burn from holding back. Her head drops against the door behind her as her smile becomes mischievous.
“Kiss me,” she says instead, rolling her hips a little to rub herself against my hard cock. I lick my lips, my fingers digging into her arse. Having Chiara almost completely naked in my hands is a fantasy I’ve had for too long, and fuck, it’s even better in reality.
I’m about to give in when I hear a loud gasp.
