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You toy with the garment’s strap, running a finger over the burgundy lace hugging your body while you wait in anticipation as the frustrated footsteps in the hallway grow louder.
The bedroom door opens like an explosion had gone off on the other side of it, and it’s about to be swung back with just as much vigour when the assailant stops dead in his tracks.
“You sounded stressed over the phone,” you offer Silco when his stupefied silence stretches on, suddenly bashful and entertaining thoughts that perhaps the indecent fabric is too much.
All doubts are quickly excised following a few long strides to the bed, where you quickly find yourself pinned; caged by large hands and trapped beneath a gaze seeping with sinful promise.
“What a beautiful shade of red, darling,” he whispers, nuzzling the hinge of your jaw with his nose before leaving an indulgent kiss. “It’s going to pair splendidly with white.”