Chapter 60

Marc showered quickly and stepped out of the glass stall, drying himself off and hitting his hair with the blowdryer as he brushed it out. A little bit of product to keep it from becoming mussed and he was ready to go - he did, however, hesitate over his clothes. He could go back out naked, or he could go back out wearing his athletic shorts without underwear. The first option would be a little more intimidating, his cock out like that. Especially since he intended to use it. The other would be a little more about temptation though. Sinead would see the bulge in the front, but not get a good look until he wanted her to.

He opted for the shorts, sliding them on quickly and bundling his underwear and shirt together to toss into his laundry bin. Then he stepped out of the washroom and made a point of not looking at Sinead until he’d opened his closet and tossed the sweaty clothes inside.

When he did turn to her, he pursed his lips slightly as he controlled his reaction.

She looked stunning. The bra must have been a near-perfect fit - it was always difficult to purchase Felicity something for her bust that fit comfortably since every damned bra maker in the world seemed to work by different standards and sizes. This one hugged Sinead’s small breasts wonderfully though, lifting them into a slight cleavage without being too ridiculous. The lace and see-through mesh teased without revealing more than a couple of glimpses at her areola, and the extra ‘cage’ straps that framed her inner cleavage and connected to the main straps hinted at an element of bondage without being obvious about it. The garter belt fit her waist nicely, and she’d donned the expensive thigh-highs he’d ordered a couple of weeks before from France - nothing made in America seemed to compete with British or French work when it came to hose.

Sinead was standing between the bed and the mirror, likely having been looking herself over in the standing mirror, and she was chewing on the inside of her lip nervously as he gazed at her.

“Turn, ma petite rebelle,” Marc said, stepping towards her and twirling a finger.

She did as he asked, slowly turning. Her ass was framed perfectly in the panties, and her thin, lightly muscled back with its smooth, pale skin looked delightful.

Marc approached her fully as she finished her slow spin and caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger, looking down into her eyes as she looked up at him - a spark of challenge in them. She knew she looked good, and she didn’t like that he wasn’t saying so. That was the Sinead he was used to dealing with, the fun Sinead that was a little resistant without being petulant about it.

“How do the stockings feel?” he asked her, diverting her attention.

“They feel- fuck, I’m not usually a pantyhose kind of woman but they feel amazing,” she admitted. “I’ve never felt anything so smooth before.”

Marc smiled and nodded. “Only the best for a woman I share my time with, Detective,” he said. Then he let go of her chin and stroked his finger over the necklace he’d given her. “You look ravishing, Sinead,” he said quietly. “Good enough to eat.”

“Thank you,” she said a little breathlessly, responding to him giving her what she’d wanted.