Fashion show

"Thank you," she says, soft and sincere. "For knowing I wasn't ready. Even when I was telling myself I was…"

“Of course my love. I love how open you are about all of this but it’s something we both do once we’re ready. We might not be ready to go all out right now but i’ve got a little idea…’ You respond lovingly before whispering something devilish into her ear.

Sarah feels the warmth of your whisper against her ear, your words sinking into her like honey. The t-shirt he'd pulled over her is still holding your heat, and she presses her palms flat against the fabric, grounding herself in it. Her pulse jumps, a flutter of nerves and anticipation rising in her chest.

A fashion show. She lets the idea settle. Not fully bare — a step back from the edge she nearly threw herself off. Just enough to test the waters. To see what Alex does when she presents herself deliberately instead of accidentally.

She pulls back just enough to look at Joe's face, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation. She finds none. Just a steady, patient heat, and the quiet confidence of a man who knows he's in control of the pace.

"Okay," she whispers, her voice soft but certain. "But I want it to be my choice what I wear. You got to set up the see-through shirt and steal my towel. This one's mine."

A slow, playful smile curls at the corner of her lips. "Let me change into something that's still teasing but covers what matters. And if I see Alex start to lose his composure..." She bites her lip, a spark of mischief lighting her eyes. "I'll make sure you see it too."

She steps back toward the bedroom, pausing in the doorway to glance over her shoulder. "Give me two minutes. And Joe? Don't let the coffee burn while I'm gone."

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