Free Nip-n-Tuck by Delilah Devlin Page A

fitting.”
    Both eyebrows shot up this time. “Right here?”
    The playacting was fun but now that she’d seen him, she wanted action . “If you’re shy, you can use the restroom, but there’s no need. Not with me.”
    He gave a slight snort, shook his head, but set the pants on her work table. He took off his sports coat, loosened his tie, and then toed off his well-shined black shoes. When his hands paused at his belt buckle, he rested his gaze on her for a long moment.
    She decided to make this a little easier. She strode toward him, shooed away his hands, and holding his gaze, she unbuttoned his waistband and slid down the zipper.
    A muscle straddling his jaw flexed. “This a full-service establishment?”
    Her grin dug a dimple into her cheek. She liked his sly wit. “I live to serve,” she said, giving him a wink.
    “You’re pretty,” he whispered.
    He sounded surprised. So she believed his words. “Thanks for saying that. I hardly ever go to the bother of makeup, but I wanted to look special today,” she admitted, feeling heat rise along her neck.
    “Today’s special,” he said, his voice uninflected.
    “Yes.” Grabbing his waistband, she dragged his pants off his hips. Her gaze dropped to the erection tenting his boxers. “Very special,” she whispered.
    His trousers fell around his ankles, and she knelt to hold them while he stepped out. She liked his legs, liked the dark hair cloaking his olive skin, the muscle tensing in his thighs as she stood, her hands grazing him lightly as she came up.
    She reached for the bright green golf pants and dangled them off a finger.
    Again, his eyebrows shot up.
    “Like we agreed,” she said breathlessly. “Put them on.”
    “But…”
    Oh, nice touch . She shook her head at his reluctance, raising her finger like a schoolteacher to scold him. “Let me work…first.”
    He blew out a slow breath, and then pulled on the pants, one leg at a time, hopping a bit when he was unbalanced.
    Her gaze ate him up, watched the bounce of his thickening cock. Red splotches bloomed on his cheeks, and she heard his soft curse. She suppressed a grin. He was being a good sport about this. She’d been the one to design the scenario. Something she’d always fantasized about doing to a stranger, but had never had the courage to try. Not until “TallDarkBanker” teased her in a private chat room into revealing her innermost desires.
    The ugly plaid slid up his thighs. He closed the waist then set his hands on his hips and glared down his legs in disgust. “Really? Who buys these?”
    She laughed, reached into her pocket, withdrew the remote and extended her hand.
    He blinked then gave her a narrowed glance. But he took it, holding it in his palm. After a moment, he flicked the ON button with his thumb.
    The sound of the vibrator, although muffled, was unmistakable.
    As was her sudden lurch. Wild vibrations bounced along her channel walls. She rested a hand on her belly. “Try for a gentler setting,” she said, her breaths gusting until he tapped the button twice more.
    His gaze slid down her body.
    Her knees were clamped tight, and she eased her stance as the vibrations settled into a softer hum. Taking a deep breath, she picked up her tape measure, slid her pincushion over her wrist, and knelt at his feet. Keeping her head down, she cleared her throat. “To what side do you dress, sir?”
    “To what side…?”
    Gabby raised her head and stared steadily at his rounded crotch.
    “Ah…um, to the left.”
    She pinched the fabric between her fingers, tugging it taut to reveal the shape of his thick cock as it stretched down his thigh. She plucked a pin from her pincushion and folded the fabric, creating a pouch that emphasized his cock. She stuck a pin into the fold to hold it.
    His thigh twitched. “Careful with those.”
    “I’m very, very good,” she said. Then gliding a finger along the seam just behind his balls, she dragged her fingertip up the divide between