“This one only comes in black, but it’s really, really, sexy. Like off the charts,” she says as she reaches for a black one-piece, then turns around facing me as she holds it in the air.
It’s a bodysuit, but it’s not like one I’ve ever seen before. There is no bra at all not even an illusion of one, it’s completely cupless. There is a small underwire at the bust, and an outline of straps that make a triangle, but then nothing where the cups would be.
The waist is cinched in by small strings of ribbon that give it an appearance of a corset. Everything else on the outfit is sheer mesh fabric, and four long pieces hang down.
I lift my eyes back up to the cupless bra area and wonder if Massimo would find my small breasts appealing in something like that?
“Now, this has a pair of crotchless panties that go with it. That way there’s no messing with the garters once it’s all in place. To be honest, I prefer the crotchless bodysuits or ones with crotchless panties if I’m going to wear one to bed. It can be a real mood killer to try and wrangle out of them, especially with thigh highs and garters,” she explains matter-of-factly.
Biting the corner of my lip, I wonder if this is all too much. Maybe I should go back to the more demure department of the store.
“Be daring,” Lenora whispers.
My face heats as I shift my gaze up to meet hers. Her lips turn up into a small smile. “If this is what you want to wear, then wear it. The most important part of sex is feeling beautiful. You deserve to feel gorgeous and sexy. If this is what you want to wear, wear it. Massimo will love anything on you.”
Reaching for the black bodysuit, I feel the soft mesh fabric of the waist between my fingers. I imagine what the piece will look like on my thin frame, then nod my head. “Yeah. I want to try these, maybe get one more, something softer too?”
“Good girl.” Lenora grins with a wink.
It doesn’t take me long to pick a more innocent outfit. I choose a navy blue slip with matching panties and sheer cups at the breast.
Lenora happily rings me up, then wraps up my purchase. Just as she said, she doesn’t have an ounce of judgment in her eyes. Before I leave, she reaches out, her hand around my wrist.
“I have Sunday off if you want to go furniture shopping?”
My breath hitches at her offer. “Are you sure?”
Her lips twitch into a small smile. “It’s no hardship, I want to. I love to shop for furniture and I remember how overwhelming it is to furnish a whole house.”
I agree, she promised to text me with a time and I leave Sugar Cookies feeling a whole lot better than I did when I walked in. I still don’t feel like I belong, or that I ever will.
However, right now, I don’t feel so alone. Even if I’ll never belong with the wives, having Lenora at my side makes me feel a heck of a lot better.
MASSIMO
The small pink box in my hand almost feels heavy as I walk into the house from the garage. The bag of dinner feels like a lead weight as well. Perhaps it’s not the food that feels heavier than normal, but instead my mood. Today has been a fucking clusterfuck of a day.
Gavino and his demand of raising the protection collections has caused me nothing but goddamn headaches.
The men don’t give a fuck, they’re happy to collect the funds for their boss, but some of the shop owners are being difficult, to say the least. The new bakery owner has me on edge. He is just the kind of man that I don’t need. He’s dumb, but he is also someone that could gather his neighbors and stupidly stir shit up.
Walking into the kitchen, I notice that Pippa is exactly where I told her I wanted her. I can see her long black hair as she sits in the chair, her back to me.
“I’m home,” I sigh as I set the bags down on the counter. Turning from her, I open the cabinets and take out two plates.
I didn’t do anything fancy today. In fact, I have a grocery order to be delivered tomorrow. I’m tired of takeout and hope that Pippa will be cooking from now on. Honestly, I hope that she knows how. I never asked, I just placed an order while I was waiting for that fucker Roman to grace me with his presence.
Plating the steaks, baked potatoes, and roasted vegetables, I lift my eyes to the table. Pippa has already set it with napkins, wine, water, and silverware. I’m glad that she’s done that, I’m fucking mentally exhausted.
Walking up behind her, I set her plate down before I lean down and touch my mouth to the top of her head before I make my way over to my own seat. Setting my plate down, I let out a heavy sigh as I sink down in my chair.
Pippa hasn’t said anything. Lifting my gaze to hers, I frown at the bright red lipstick on her mouth. Dropping my eyes from her lips, my brows lift at the outfit she’s wearing.
It’s absolutely nothing like the other things she’s worn the past few days. It’s fucking raunchy, almost a bondage-style with all the straps and strings that hardly cover her small bare breasts.
It’s breathtaking.
“Dolcezza,” I rasp. She lifts her gaze from her lap, meeting mine and I see the trepidation in her eyes. “Come to me,” I softly order.
She stands, my heart races at the sight of the entire piece as she slowly walks over to me. The outfit
