That photo makes me think of wet men, but I’m about to eat chocolate ice cream. Do the two go together? Absolutely! Like rock stars and groupies. Wait. Did someone say rock stars?
Following is an excerpt of Sofia Grey’s story about a rock star an his girlfriend that takes place in a lingerie store dressing room!
Excerpt: A Proper Rock Chick (A Daisy & Charlie story)
By Sofia Grey
I sank onto the padded seat. Christ. This little antique-looking chair probably cost more than a year of my salary. They’d left me with a satin robe to wear, and I clutched the front to hold it across my chest. I was trapped in lingerie hell.
I’d barely wriggled into the first set, a silky bra in muted silver with black lace panels, matching panties and a garter belt with black stockings, when I heard a knock at the door. I tugged the robe back on, and called a reply. “Yes?”
I didn’t know whether to be amused or shocked when Charlie strolled in and locked the door behind him.
“But… what… you can’t come in here.” My voice rose to a squeak.
He just grinned, and my heart contracted at the sight. I swore his smile could melt glaciers. I still had to pinch myself sometimes, to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Me and Charlie Jones. It was unreal.
I tried to look cross, but it didn’t have any effect. Without a care in the world he reached out and plucked the robe open, peeking at what lay beneath.
“Whoa.” He sounded genuinely surprised and I felt embarrassed all over again. God. Where was the hole in the ground when you needed it?
He didn’t say anything else and I died a thousand deaths. The silence stretched on.
Glancing down at myself, I felt a pang of disappointment. The bra had done a magnificent job of taming my breasts, while black stockings worked wonders for making my legs appear slim. But I still couldn’t compare. I was like a baby elephant in comparison to the waifs he normally dated. I raised agonized eyes to look at him, scared at seeing distaste, or worse, on his face.
Instead, he eased the robe back from my shoulders, sliding it to the floor in a soft swirl of fabric. His gaze was intent. He studied me as you might examine a rare piece of art.
“Jesus, Daisy. You look beyond stunning.” His voice was hoarse. What? I felt shy now. His hands caressed me, stroking the soft fabric, turning me to look at the back view, the sides, staring at the fine details. His hot fingers slipped inside the stocking tops, inside the panties.
I gulped. Desire, swift and urgent poured through me. “Charlie,” I whispered. “You can’t do that. Not here.”
“I told them to leave us alone. We can do whatever we like.”
I laughed and clapped a hand over my mouth. His eyes darkened under my gaze. The air felt charged between us.
Whatever we liked? Surely not that.
“I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you, Daisy.” His voice was a rough whisper. “And now, seeing you so beautiful before me, I have to have you.”
I hesitated. Did he mean here? In the changing room? Heat uncurled in my gut, and the breath caught in my throat.
“Come here.” He pulled me into his arms, kissing my throat, and moving up to take my lips. It scorched me even before he slanted his mouth and eased me closer. Our bodies pressed together, my silk clad breasts against his shirt, our hips and thighs touching all the way down.
“Do you want me, Daisy?” His whisper brushed against my ear. I closed my eyes, the electric sensation of his breath against my skin sending a fresh wave of shocks down my body.
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