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They finally got everything arranged, just before dinner, so they
dressed and went down to the restaurant and gaming rooms of the
new hotel.
“What should I wear, Dam?” she asked him. “Any suggestions?”
“Let me look,” he answered, walking over to her to make his
choice. After a minute, he pulled out a slinky black number. A floorlength
gown with a halter top cut very low in front, the fabric was soft
and shimmery, almost wet looking, with sequins accenting her figure.
It clung to all her curves, the narrow skirt slit high on the side, but cut
so that it caressed her leg, showing occasional brief glimpses rather
than a full view.
The deep V-cut in the back from the crossed bodice left her bare
to the waist. She dressed as Damiano watched, nodding his approval.
Coming up behind her, his hands slid around to her breasts, squeezing
them lightly before travelling on down her body to her hips. The kiss
on the back of her neck sent chills down her spine and awakened her
libido. At her reaction, Damiano chuckled and then nipped her
shoulder with his front teeth.
“Ow! That wasn’t very nice,” she complained.
“Maybe not, but we have to go downstairs now. So try to keep
yourself in control until later, cara.”
“Me keep in control? I was just standing here minding my own
business…”
“Half dressed in my bedroom, in a gown that fits like a glove? No,
no, cara. That is not minding your own business. That is inciting to
riot.”
