Trust Me (45 page)

“Wow,
”
h
e
exclaime
d
a
s
sh
e
neare
d
him
.
“It’
s
impossibl
e
fo
r
yo
u
t
o
loo
k
an
y
mor
e
stunning.
”
Sandr
a
giggle
d
a
s
h
e
kisse
d
he
r
cheek.

“
I
stil
l
hav
e
anothe
r
outfi
t
t
o
go,
”
sh
e
tol
d
him.

“
I
don’
t
kno
w
i
f
I
ca
n
surviv
e
muc
h
longer,
”
h
e
groane
d
i
n
he
r
ear.

Chan
g
instructe
d
hi
s
wif
e
t
o
mov
e
Sandr
a
int
o
positio
n
nea
r
th
e
mirro
r
an
d
again th
e
camer
a
bega
n
t
o
click
.
Sh
e
move
d
fro
m
on
e
positio
n
t
o
another
,
lookin
g
i
n
th
e
mirro
r
a
t
herself
,
lookin
g
a
t
th
e
ground
,
lookin
g
behin
d
he
r
t
o
Creighto
n
an
d
lookin
g
ove
r
he
r
shoulde
r
a
s
sh
e
turne
d
he
r
bac
k
t
o
th
e
mirror
,
slightl
y
blushin
g
a
t
he
r
nake
d
but
t
cheek
s
an
d
th
e
thi
n
lac
e
strap
s
o
f
he
r
thon
g
panties
.
Finally
,
Chan
g
smile
d
an
d
nodded.

“Chang
e
now
,
please?
”
Miin
g
sai
d
he
r
ton
e
soundin
g
tire
d
a
s
sh
e
move
d
th
e
umbrell
a
an
d
followe
d
he
r
husband
.
Sandr
a
glance
d
t
o
Creighto
n
wh
o
ha
d
bee
n
sittin
g
o
n
th
e
chais
e
watchin
g
he
r
pose
;
on
e
lon
g
le
g
crosse
d
ove
r
th
e
other
,
hi
s
ar
m
o
n
th
e
bac
k
o
f
th
e
lounge
,
a
wicke
d
smil
e
acros
s
hi
s
ful
l
lip
s
tha
t
warne
d
he
r
h
e
wa
s
nearin
g
th
e
en
d
o
f
hi
s
patience.

Th
e
las
t
outfi
t
wa
s
th
e
pal
e
pin
k
neglige
e
an
d
robe
,
whic
h
sh
e
pu
t
o
n
quickly
,
optin
g
ou
t
o
f
wearin
g
hos
e
an
d
slippe
d
he
r
fee
t
bac
k
int
o
th
e
sandals
.
Sh
e
touche
d
u
p
he
r
makeu
p
slightly
,
blottin
g
of
f
th
e
shin
e
acros
s
he
r
nose
,
chi
n
an
d
forehead
.
Sh
e
walke
d
bac
k
int
o
th
e
studi
o
t
o
fin
d
Creighto
n
reclinin
g
o
n
th
e
elegan
t
bed
;
hi
s
lon
g
leg
s
stretche
d
ou
t
i
n
fron
t
o
f
hi
m
a
s
sh
e
leane
d
agains
t
th
e
headboard
,
a
stac
k
o
f
grey and blu
e
pillow
s
behin
d
him
.
H
e
smile
d
a
t
her
,
reache
d
u
p
an
d
too
k
he
r
hand
,
pullin
g
he
r
ont
o
th
e
bed.

“Thi
s
i
s
th
e
las
t
set,
”
h
e
tol
d
he
r
i
n
a
husk
y
tone
.
“I’
m
havin
g
a
hel
l
o
f
a
tim
e
keepin
g
mysel
f
unde
r
control
,
especiall
y
sinc
e
Chan
g
want
s
u
s
t
o
us
e
thi
s
bed
.
I
kee
p
thinkin
g
abou
t
ho
w
muc
h
I
wan
t
yo
u
undresse
d
an
d
sprawle
d
ou
t
beneat
h
me.

“Mmm,
”
sh
e
groaned
.
“I
t
sound
s
goo
d
t
o
me.”

“Carefu
l
m
y
love
,
I
ma
y
jus
t
tak
e
yo
u
u
p
o
n
tha
t
offer
.
Remember
,
I
tol
d
yo
u
I
wa
s
reall
y
int
o
porn
o
a
t
on
e
poin
t
i
n
m
y
life
?
I
spen
t
a
lo
t
o
f
weekend
s
shaggin
g
o
n
camer
a
an
d
takin
g
nake
d
photo
s
o
f
women
.
It’
s
a
n
ol
d
habi
t
tha
t
ha
s
threatening to rais
e
it
s
ugl
y
hea
d
o
f
late
.
I
woul
d
lov
e
nothin
g
mor
e
tha
n
t
o
tak
e
a
fe
w
illici
t
photo
s
o
f
you
;
especiall
y
tie
d
t
o
th
e
bed
,
wit
h
thos
e
nippl
e
clamp
s
on.
”
Sandr
a
blushe
d
a
s
Miin
g
cam
e
ove
r
t
o
th
e
be
d
an
d
instructe
d
Sandr
a
t
o
remov
e
he
r
rob
e
an
d
si
t
betwee
n
Creighton’
s
legs
.
Sh
e
reste
d
agains
t
hi
s
war
m
ches
t
an
d
leane
d
he
r
hea
d
slightl
y
t
o
th
e
side
,
smilin
g
a
s
sh
e
fel
t
th
e
har
d
evidenc
e
o
f
hi
s
desir
e
pres
s
agains
t
he
r
hip
.
Miin
g
adjuste
d
thei
r
arms
,
leg
s
an
d
hair
,
tippin
g
thei
r
chin
s
thi
s
wa
y
an
d
tha
t
befor
e
Chan
g
wa
s
happy
.
Sh
e
steppe
d
bac
k
a
s
he
r
husban
d
sai
d
somethin
g
t
o
her
,
the
n
move
d
i
n
an
d
slippe
d
th
e
stra
p
t
o
Sandra’
s
gow
n
dow
n
t
o
res
t
o
n
he
r
bicep.