She beckons me with a curl of her finger. “This wayplease.”
Exhaling a long breath, I follow her into a fitting room, noting the gaudy, crystal chandelier dangling from the ceiling when I stepin.
She hangs the garment on an overly intricate gold hook, then unfastens the zipper. “Let me know if you need any assistance,” she says before closing the door behind her as sheleaves.
I stare at my reflection in the gold-framed, floor-to-ceiling mirror. I’m not poor, but in this store, I most certainly look it. Against my better judgment, I flip the price tag over and immediately clutch my chest.Two thousand dollars.For a dress. Talk about frivolous. I’m not his girlfriend, I’m just some woman he met in Mexico who was on her knees in the kitchen this morning with his cock in hermouth.
I kick off myConverse.
Shit, this is what Richard Geer did inPretty Woman.I’m basically one step away from a prostitute, I think as I wiggle out of my jeans, then toss my shirt on the plush dressing bench. I pull the outfit from the hanger, looking at that damn price tag again before I put it on. The zipper effortlessly glides closed, and when I turn to admire myself, I instantly understand how people get into credit card debt. This outfit is nowhere near affordable, but it looks incredible. And yes, two-thousand dollars incredible. It hugs every curve in the most flattering way. Even with my hair in a ponytail and sheer lack of makeup, I manage to look well puttogether.
There’s a rap on the door. “I want to see you in it, tigerlily.”
My gaze drops to the ankle socks I’m still wearing, and I quickly bend over and yank them off before I open thedoor.
His eyes track from my face to my chest. They follow the cinch of my waist and the flare of my hip. He grips his bottom lip in his teeth and makes no attempt to hide it when he adjusts himself. He slips into the small room, and the door closes softly behind him. My pulse quickens when he steps toward me. Within seconds, I’m pressed against the mirror, and his warm breath fans across my neck. Cursing him under my breath, I fight the want crawling up myspine.
“The dress is beautiful on you.” His hands grip my waist, and I suck in a quick breath. “But, I think it will look much better with the seams ripped and the skirt shoved up around your waist while I bury my cock insideyou.”
I knot my fingers in his shirt inresponse.
His hips grind against me. “I promise, I’ll ruinyou.”
All that goes through my mind is letting him fuck me. Right here. Right now. I’ll worry about the repercussions later. He places his mouth to my neck, pulling skin between his teeth. I tilt my head to the side to grant him better access, then scratch my fingers through his thickhair.
“Are you wet for me?” He balls the skirt in his free hand and forces it over myhips.
“What do youthink?”
He chuckles against my throat when I thrust my pelvis toward his, begging for friction. As much as I enjoy this little game, I hate it equally, because I have nocontrol.
Grabbing the short strands of his hair, I yank his head away from my neck. “Why do you do this to me?” Iwhisper.
“The same reason you do it to me. Because I can,” he says, slowly unzipping thedress.
He slides the strap from my shoulder, his fingers sweeping over my skin when he drags it down my arm. The luxurious material falls from my body and pools around myfeet.
Without a word, he presses his frame against me with a satisfied groan. My heart bangs, hard and steady. I swallow, trying to fight the thought of how hot it would be to watch him fuck me in that gaudy mirror. I wish I had more willpower against this bastard, but he takes everything I thought I knew about myself and lights fire to it. He squeezes my breast in his hand. I roughly rake my fingers through his hair, watching in anticipation as he leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth. His teeth clamp down around it with just the right amount of pressure. I’m ready to beg, and just as I inhale a breath, he shovesaway.
His lips twitch. “I swear to you, I’ll be the last man who ever fucks you.” And with that promise, he grabs the crumpled garment from the floor and excuses himself from theroom.
