Dazzled by Silver by Lacey Silks Page A

what I’d always concentrated on when I made out with Casey—the other person.
    I leaned my head against the wall feeling the swell of tears in my eyes. This man ensured tonight was all about me. He could have fucked me and ravaged me, satisfying himself as well. Instead, he focused on my pleasure alone.
    “What’s the matter?” Gabe took me into his arms.
    I trembled. “Nothing,” I shook my head. How could I explain no man had ever put my needs before his own?
    “Did I do something wrong?” He narrowed his brow.
    “No, you did everything right. I just didn’t expect this tonight.”
    “And I was afraid, the way you look tonight, I would have to line up just to touch you.”
    He had no clue that my thoughts had only been about him this evening. Everything I saw, heard, and even smelled, reminded me of him. I would have one hell of a time explaining my disappearance to the girls, but then again, my flushed cheeks would provide enough of an explanation.
    “We’re still okay for dinner next weekend, right? No strings attached.”
    “Yes, I’m looking forward to it.”
    No strings attached I thought, although my body felt like it had tied itself permanently to Gabe.
    “Do you think you can remember my orgasm now?”
    I knew this memory would never fade.
     

C HAPTER 7
     
    The week without Gabe crawled. He texted every day asking how I felt. How could I tell him every muscle in my body ached for his touch? I tried to lose myself in work, even staying late two nights in the row to help out. On Wednesday after lunch, Cindy knocked on my office door. “There’s a delivery here for you.”
    I perked up. I wasn’t expecting anything.
    “I don’t think it’s work related.” She grinned, placing a small silver box on my desk.
    Excitement roamed in my stomach.
    “There’s no name, and the delivery guy was dressed in a suit.” Cindy hovered over me waiting as if I was going to open the box right then.
    “Thank you, Cindy. Do you need anything else?” I let the box sit where she’d left it. My knees bounced under the desk as I tapped my fingers on the wood. The beautiful box didn’t need a name for me to know exactly who it was from.
    Resigned, my noisy receptionist finally left.
    I grabbed the box, shaking it gently beside my ear. Light swooshing sounded from within. My hands began to sweat as I untied the ribbon.
    Inside, a handwritten note rested on white tissue paper. I bit my lip. Even Gabe’s cursive writing exuded sex. I inhaled the paper’s natural scent, wishing it was Gabe’s skin, and then read the note.
     
    Samantha,
    I’m sorry for ruining your panties (not really). Perhaps you can think of a way I can make it up to you. For now, I’ve kissed every inch of the ones in this box. If you choose to wear them, please think of where my lips have been. Looking forward to our dinner (not a date) this Saturday.
    Gabriel Silver
     
    Did he get me panties? I removed the white tissue paper. Underneath laid the sexiest black lace panties I’d ever seen. I looked back to my office door to make sure it was locked, and then examined the undergarment closely. A black bow decorated the top with a small white gem in its center.
    A hint of Cupid’s scent escaped the cloth.
    He had really kissed them. Without hesitating, I pulled my skirt up and quickly exchanged the cotton panties I wore for Gabe’s gift. My bottom swooshed in the chair as I felt the soft lace hug my hips. I closed my eyes thinking about Gabe kissing them all over. The thought of his mouth caressing the contours of my flesh made me wet. I couldn’t wait to get home to see myself in the mirror and vowed to wear them this Saturday when I met him for dinner. In fact, I’d wash them every night just so I could wear them each day until Gabe returned.
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    By nine o'clock on Friday night, the crowd lined the street and curved around the corner from Kissed. I stood at the back, inspecting myself in a storefront glass window. The sheer top of