10| & Angels

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Her hand is on my knee.

Ivory's soft hand is on my fucking knee. Am I breathing, okay? I must be breathing fine. I mustn't panic at a time like this. It's just one gesture, it's just one simple touch. She isn't even touching my bare skin and yet my cock is getting hard at the thought that she might.

I can't get hard in the middle of a boutique surrounded by women, that's just wrong on so many levels. Yet, my dick has a mind of his own as my nervous system recognizes the love of my life is willingly touching me.

It doesn't matter that she's only gently holding on to my knee as she smiles at my cousin, no it doesn't matter at all because. She's. Touching. Me.

Angel sighs with admiration, "Oh my, was it love at first sight?"

Ivory laughs, a sweet laugh that has the hairs on the back of my neck prickling at the sound, "For him, it was, for me I only wanted to serve him his coffee."

Angel leans into her hands, her attention solely placed on my fiancé, "How did he win you over?"

Ivory looks at me, her exquisite sky-blue eyes full of love and devotion as she removes her hand from my knee to wrap it around my arm. She leans into my side, the perfect example of a love-drunk woman.

Is it me or is she a little too good at playing the part?

"It wasn't easy, I gave him a run for his money that's for sure," Ivory says, "But who could ever refuse a man with a face like this?"

She reaches for my head and strokes my cheek before sitting up to place a gentle kiss on my scruff, "I certainly couldn't"

Angel squeals, having bought what Ivory intended to sell her.

I, on the other hand, was burning up inside. I thought I was gone the moment she touched my knee, but when she placed her luscious lips on my skin I was completely obliterated. I am one more touch away from breaking any sense of sanity I have and throwing her over my shoulder.

If I could, I would fuck her on this couch, and then in the fitting room, and then against the shop's show window for the entire city to see. The entire city would know she was mine.

Thankfully, I still have a shred of humanity left in me and did not act on this caveman impulse. I have control. I will have control.

"Theo you're being rather quiet?" Angel points out.

I snap out of my lust-driven haze and play my part.

It is my turn to drive her wild.

I place my hand on her denim-clad thigh and give the supple flesh a gentle squeeze under my palm. I try not to focus on how perfect she feels in my hand as I snake my other arm around her waist and pull her closer to me.

"Yes, I thought Ivory was doing a fine job in detailing our love story. So, no need for me to interject, right baby?" I ask her, staring into her eyes that falter with hesitation at my boldness.

She places a hand on my chest and laughs, "He's right! I do love telling it."

I circle my thumb along the inner part of her thigh, teasing the possibility of hiking my hand up further to her most intimate part but never acting on it. She squirms under my pressure, and I can't help but feel pride that I can bring out a feeling similar to what spell she has me under.

Angel looks down at her watch and frowns, "Ah, well as captivating as your love story is, it seems I lost track of time."

She rises from the couch and hands her empty glass to the closest clerk.

"Well, me and Theo were just about to leave too so it's no problem," Ivory speaks up, detangling her body from my hold and standing with Angel.

Angel smiles at her, "Allow me to walk you out beautiful!"

I rise behind Ivory and adjust my suit according to my untimely predicament, which thankfully is only half erect, so it is much more manageable.

"I'd love that!"

Ivory and my cousin walk together towards the door. They chat to themselves as I follow behind and make sure the clerks keep their mouths shut about what they saw here. The last thing I need is baseless rumors spreading that I didn't give permission.

Angel waves after Ivory as she exits the store and stands outside the shop waiting for me. I watch her shoulders drop in relief while she stands alone and I smile to myself. I wonder what is going through her head right now.

She did good.

Right as I go to join her Angel grabs onto my arm to stop me. I look down at my cousin with question.

She narrows her brown eyes at me, "I hope you know what you're doing."

"What do you mean?"

She sighs, her bubbly act of innocence and amusement wiped from her expression, "Just, be careful Theorean. For her sake."

I pull my arm from her hold, "I know what I'm doing."

She offers me a sad smile, her energy depleted, "I hope so."

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