Over the Line by Emmy Curtis Read Free Book Online

evening dresses.
    As she checked the fit of the first one, smoothing the black fabric down her hips, she began wondering how James would see her. Whether or not he would approve of the dresses. What his taste was like. If he would find her sexy in them.
    She
wanted
to be sexy for him. She winced as the thought crossed her mind, but it was true. She liked him. She had, ever since he’d first started going on patrol with them. Quiet, determined, unflusterable, yet funny. Ready with exactly the right words. In any situation. He was just a few inches taller than her, and so strong. She remembered how he had effortlessly slung her over his shoulder and run with her. How he’d saved her life. Tears threatened to well up again and she fought them back.
Enough with the tears
. This was going to be a weekend of fun. And then she could move on. Concentrate on her work. This was a respite weekend.
    It was a yes on this dress. A long black sheath, slightly shimmery with beautiful draping over just one shoulder. It left her other bare, and she figured with her hair up, she may just blend in to James’s fancy family. The black strappy, sandal stilettos were a yes, too. She shimmied out of the dress and hung it at the end of the rail.
    She took a deep red dress off the hanger and tried to undo the complicated clasp and a series of hooks and clasps. She dived into her bag for her reading glasses and put them on to see the mechanics of the dress a bit better.
    As she examined it, she wondered how difficult James would find it to take it off her. She paused as she visualized that situation in a little more detail. Heat flooded her, pooling between her legs as she thought about the dress sliding down her body, as slowly as his hands were stroking her.
No, no, no.
They were just friends.
    Oh God, she should have brought her vibrator with her.
    * * *
    It had to be a dream. A fantasy. James blinked once, and felt his pulse jump like he was running for cover in a firefight. It was real. It was really real. She was… Words, and coherent thought evaded him. She looked like a princess in a tower room, shiny drapes blowing around her as if she was in an old Aerosmith video. Pink lacy underwear, and high, high black heels.
    Sweet Jesus.
    He’d been directed into the room by the assistant, and had opened the door and been confused by the weird curtain in front of him. It was silent inside, and for a second he wondered if he’d been directed into the wrong room. Maybe it was empty, or worse, had the wrong person in it.
    He’d decided to peek around the curtain, and had every intention of doing a fast, combat scope-out, so he wouldn’t be seen. But as soon as he peeked his head around the curtain he froze at the scene in front of him.
    Blood rushed to his dick as he fought with himself. Continue to watch, or make a noise as if he was just coming into the room? He just couldn’t look away.
    She was frowning at the dress, peering through glasses that made her look like a crazy-sexy librarian. His hand pressed against his erection as he watched.
Down boy.
She wriggled her legs together as she played with the dress, and he imagined his hand between them, feeling her writhe against him. Her breasts were covered in a lacy bra that only just concealed her nipples. He ached. Ached for her. As he found himself reaching to stroke his dick through his pants, he decided he couldn’t watch any more without drawing attention to himself.
    He opened and shut the door noisily and said, “Beth?” as he pulled the curtain aside.
    She looked up with a shocked expression and grabbed the dress to her body, trying to hide herself. “Really? You can’t just barge in here…” Her voice trailed off, her eyes dipped down to the front of his pants, and a half smile appeared.
    There was nothing he could do to prevent himself from covering the distance between them in a heartbeat. He stopped an inch short and watched the conflicting thoughts flicker across her face. She