"We need Connor's opinion."

RIA

I still can't believe I went along with it.

Two hours later, from my hiding place in Tracy's bedroom, I could hear the front door swing shut as Connor got home from his training at the police academy.

"Okay, so what's this surprise you mentioned?" I heard him ask.

"I think you're gonna like it," Tracy teased, "We need your help with something."

Connor's footsteps stopped in their tracks.

"What do you mean, 'we?'" he asked.

Oh god, I thought. What have I gotten myself into? My hands were shaking uncontrollably, so I quickly re-positioned myself on the bed to hide them from view. I felt like I was gonna pass out.

Was I really gonna let Connor see me like this? Sure, I'd secretly enjoyed the admiring look in his eyes all those times he'd seen me in my swimsuit over the past two years, but THIS? This was something else entirely. This was me, putting my practically naked body on display for him.

It's not that I was shy about Connor seeing me in my wedding night lingerie. Like I said, I'm not a particularly shy girl. No, the real problem was just how badly I wanted him to look at me. I wanted Connor to stare at my breasts and gawk at my butt and spend sleepless nights dreaming that he was fucking me in a hot tub.

And, deep down, I secretly maybe wanted even more. I got wet just thinking about it.

What can I say? Connor's a stud. For the past two summers, whenever he'd been checking me out in my bikini, I'd also been ogling him in his swimsuit. I never told Tracy about my sexual obsession with her boyfriend, but I suspected she knew. Whenever Tracy and I would get together and swap stories about our sex lives, her descriptions of Connor's aggressive, athletic behavior in the bedroom always sent me home horny as hell.

And in a few seconds, Connor was going to walk inside this room and find me stretched out across his bed, waiting for him.

Outside the door, his footsteps resumed and I instinctively crossed my legs, hoping to hide how damp my little lace panties were getting. Too late to back out now.

The bedroom door swung open and Connor froze at the sight of me. I'd expected him to smile, or crack some sort of a joke to break the ice—but he just stood there, drinking in the view. His expression looked almost sad. Sad and adorable and HUNGRY. Like those orphaned puppies on the adoption commercials.

"Wow," he said at last.

Tracy slipped her arm through his and asked, "Well, what do you think? Would Shane like it?"

Connor nodded.

"Just to be sure, maybe you should get a closer look," Tracy teased, gesturing for him to approach the bed.

I held my breath as the object of so many fantasies padded across the room towards me. He kept his hands firmly at his sides, fighting the urge to reach out and grab me—though at that moment I secretly wished he would. I couldn't help myself from glancing down as he got close, blushing once I laid eyes on the big, thick outline of his erection.

Connor's weight on the bed beside me caused the mattress to shift, and the motion sent my unsupported breasts swinging out the sides of the top, briefly exposing them to his gaze. The man's eyes swelled with lust as he leaned in to ogle my barely-covered chest—so close that his excited breath actually sent ripples through the lace.

"You look amazing," he whispered.

"Maybe you should touch her," I heard Tracy say as she watched from the doorway. "You know, to make sure that the fabric has a nice texture."

What the hell was she getting at? She actually wanted her boyfriend to touch me? I started to suspect that this was as much of a turn-on for her as it was for Connor and me.

"Would that be okay?" Connor asked. His usual smile had returned, confident and horny.

"I guess a little bit of touching wouldn't hurt," I sighed.

Connor's big, strong hands reached down and he cupped my barely-covered ass. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't deny the surge of heat between my legs as his fingertips trailed appreciatively along the edge of my panties.

"You're sure you don't mind this?" he asked.

"Of course I don't mind!" I panted. "It's not like we're having sex, right? We're all friends. Shouldn't we all be comfortable around each other?"

Connor nodded, and raised his other hand to feel the shape of my breast, through the lace.

I shivered, my nipples aching for him to close that final inch and put them in his mouth...