Status Updates From Devil In A Suit (Devil In A...

This is a man who seems to know my body better than I do, and I’m more than happy to give myself over to him. It’s so good I’m not actually sure how I’ll survive sex with him.

This is a man who seems to know my body better than I do, and I’m more than happy to give myself over to him. It’s so good I’m not actually sure how I’ll survive sex with him.

I’m trying desperately not to think of the lingerie, growing wetter by the minute as I repeat his question.

Jared brings the glass to his nose and inhales deeply, leaving me imagining his breath on my bare skin, then expertly swirls the wine in the glass and takes a sip. He lets the wine rest on his tongue in a way that once again sets my mind to thoughts of the filthier persuasion, then swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing. How does this man make tasting wine into a sexual act?

When I feel the corset pull at my skin just beneath my breasts I feel a burst of heat rush through me. Good lord. This underwear has already gotten me closer to an orgasm than any man ever has.

But now I’ve got a bag filled with over a $ 1,000 worth of lingerie and instructions to wear it on a date tonight for a meal that will probably cost just as much, with a man who has a photo of my lace-covered ass on his phone right now.

Then she turns on her heel and crosses the store in loud click clacks and plucks what I think is underwear but bears a closer resemblance to a tangle of ribbons. She doesn’t ask my size or what colors I like, just begins shopping for me. And I follow her around the store like a lost kitten while she picks items and hangs them off her razor-thin arm until we stop in front of a velvet curtain. She sweeps it aside with

“For tonight,” he says, that touch of amusement back in his voice, like a panther playing with a baby deer before he devours it.