“You didn’t have to do that,” I say to Roc. “I have no occasion to wear it. It’s a waste of your money.” “Oh I didn’t buy it for you,” he answers. “I’m confused.” “It was mostly self-serving. I wanted the opportunity to rip it from your body sometime in the near future.” He winks at me. A blush burns through my cheeks. “And that, Your Majesty, is exactly why I bought that dress. Impropriety makes you flush and I find it fucking hot. I will have you begging for depravity before long.”
