Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I leaned my forearm against the fur coats, already picturing what it would be like to fuck her lying naked on one. “Want to know what else my lecherous mind is thinking?”
“Absolutely not,” she huffed as she ducked under my arm and raced across the store to the dress racks on the other side.
After much haggling, we settled on a cobalt blue and cream Altuzarra long pleated dress. Although I wasn’t happy about it being sleeveless. “You need a coat.”
She selected a cropped jacket from a nearby rack. “How about this?”
I selected a long, shimmering orange trench coat. “How about this?”
Her eyes lit up. “Oh! Mango! Bold choice, Var. I like it.”
This should have been a colossal waste of time. I had a thousand infinitely more important things I needed to be doing. And yet it wasn’t.
Why did men complain about shopping with women so much? I was actually having fun. It was like dressing my very own Barbie doll.
My gaze lit on a short Balmain dress with black lace in a python print over ivory silk. “Here. Try this on.”
As she reached for the dress, she held it in front of her and raised an eyebrow. “My new uniform?”
My voice lowered an octave as I cleared my throat. “Just try it on. I’ll go pay for the other dress so you can wear it out.”
With a saucy smile, she swished her hips as she crossed to the nearby dressing rooms.
After paying for the dress and trench coat, I went in search of her. “Vivian?”
“Over here. I need help with my zipper.”
A wood-paneled dressing room door swung open, and she peeked her head out.
Setting the purchases aside, I stood in the doorway.
Without her usual sky-high heels on, she was a good five inches shorter. Already barely above my shoulder in her shoes, she was now considerably shorter… and absolutely adorable.
She pointed to the zipper as she stretched her arm behind her. “I can’t quite reach.”
I stepped forward and closed the door behind me. Grasping the zipper, I slowly lowered it, skimming her skin with the back of my fingers. I then slipped my fingers into the arm strap and pushed it over her shoulder as my mouth caressed the outer shell of her ear.
Her breath hitched as she leaned back against my chest.
Wrapping my hand around her neck from behind, I gently bit her earlobe. “I’m always happy to help you out of a dress, krasivaya.”
Then a frigid blast of awareness hit me.
My hands cupped her shoulders as I turned her to face me with a frown. “Who zipped it up?”
She held the dress to her chest. “What?”
I leaned down, using my height to intimidate her. “Who zipped up your dress this morning?”
“Not that it’s any of your business, boss, but I did.”
“I don’t believe you. What’s his name?”
“There is no him. I zipped my dress up.”
“How?”
She sighed. “If you must know, women have their ways, but it involved a lot of inelegant bending over and swiveling that wouldn’t be possible in this small dressing room. Happy?”
Not giving a damn about her glossy red lipstick, I pushed her against the mirror and claimed her mouth. She tasted like strawberry jam and peppermint as my tongue pushed past her lips.
Fuck, I loved kissing her.
I had to admit, before Vivian, I hadn’t really thought much about kissing. It was a necessary part of foreplay and not much else to me.
But now? Now I could kiss this woman all day and almost be satisfied.
It was the unconscious way she shifted her hips against me and the tiny little whimpers that escaped her throat as her hands clung to me that really did it for me.
We were both breathless when I pulled back.
Slipping my hand inside my coat jacket, I pulled out a white linen handkerchief and swiped it across my lips, relishing the red stain left behind as I tucked it in half and put it back in my pocket for safekeeping. “Now, I’m happy. Or at least I will be when you put on that dress I asked to see.”
Turning her back on me, she stared at her flushed and thoroughly kissed reflection, raising her fingertips to her swollen and smudged lips. God, she was beautiful.
After a moment, she took a deep breath and pushed back her shoulders. “Get out so I can put it on.”
“No.”
Her head tilted to the side as she put a hand on her hip while the other hand continued to hold her unzipped dress over her breasts. “Var, I’m not having sex with you in a Bloomingdale’s dressing room!”
“Who said anything about sex?”
Her gaze went to the outline of my hard cock pressing against my suit trousers. “Your cock is speaking volumes.”
“Fair enough.” I raised my hand, palm out. “I promise I won’t jump you. Now try the dress on.”