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It was a real queiden one I’d been trying not to ask myself since Monday morning when i woke up next to her again. And Tuesday And Wednesday And… weli Every night except Thursday, and even then, I’d sat in the damn kitchen past midnight, staring at her like a fucking addict trying to stay clean
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My heart was doing somersaults–no, summer salts, like some sunburned gymnast pping the floor of my ribcage. This wasn’t what I was supposed to be doing. The contract said the rights a week. Five. But somehow, I’d made it six On purpose. And now I was one sharp look from her away from making
God. I win loving it
| wanted to fuck her constantly. And I didn’t mean that in some crude, one–track–mind kind of way. It wasn’t just the sex. I wanted her pressed against me, athing against my corbone, her hair a mess, the scent of her honey shampoo surrounding me, her voice rasped from moaning too loud. I wanted her arguing with me over the thermostat again. Iwanted her to sit across from me at breakfast, andpliment me on my cooking skills. Like she’d been
geveryday. Because for some reason herpliments made me want to do more for her.
But of course she was keeping her distance. Emotionally, at least. Not physically, I could see that, I wasn’t blind. She <b>was </b>being way too careful about what she said or asked now.
wasn’t blind, know why. Especially after she’d asked me that question in the Kitchen a week ago. Why was I being so nice to her? How was I supposed when even I didn’t know? I had an inkling that it might be due to the homely feeling at her house, which I had never experienced before.
But ( was a
Her mother had said it to my face. Vetrov men weren’t known for loyalty. And while I knew I wasn’t like the rest of them… how the hell was Elena supposed to believe that? Knowing this was all just a contract with a time it
exactlye with a good reference.
Sul, for someone keeping her emotional distance, she certainly didn’t object when I told her we were going dress shopping. Thankfully<b>. </b>
Elena probably stood in front of the mirror now, inside the changing room, her hair down and tucked behind her ears. I was already seated, pretending to <b>be </b>casual, my ebow propped on the arm of the faux<b>–</b><b>velvet </b>bench like I wasn’t about tobust, I couldn’t stop imagining her naked back as she slowly pulled the zipper of her dress up. Fuck if I didn’t control my imagination I was going to get a boner sitting here.
But the moment she stopped out–wearing that velvet touched wine red dress that clung to her waist and stopped mid–calf–my brain short circuited. Her corbones–one of my most favounde features about her–looked amazing in that dress. But that wasn’t just it. She looked amazing in red.
Her mossy green eyes locked with mine<b>, </b>and I swallowed, hard.
She tilted her head slightly, uncertain. “Well
stood up too quickly, Ignoring the look the store attendant gave me. I shot him a nce sharp enough to cut, and he understood immediately–backed off and let like he was never even there.
“Come here.” I murmured.
She barely had time to open her mouth before I was pulling her back into the dressing room, my hand around her <b>wrist</b>, farm but not rough. She
She yelped
The <b>door </b>clicked shut behind us.
The room was small, just a wooden bench, a row <b>of </b>metal hooks with stray hangers, a shelf stacked with a box of tissues, safety pins, hair clips. One full mirrored wall. Not exactly ideal. But I didn’t give a damn.
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set hai against the wall, harsh en either side of her hea
bom stenight to my gust. í dalc’t waste time. My hand slid down her waist, grabbing the back of her thigh, pulling her leg up to her dress hebat higher. Her skin was warm and unft under my palm, and when I pressed my fingers between her legs, I felt the heat through the
tread whispered, lips branding her j
kota” the hissed, shoving my shoulder, eyes frantic “Are you insane!! We’re outside. Your employees are outside
Esmirked, leaning in to press my forehead against hers. “They’re my employees. Paid to keep their traps shut.”
Her expression was equal parts horrified and turned on, which made me gin even mode. Her pupils were already blow wide, her breathing uneven. She could act mad all she wanted–her body told the real story.
I pulled her panties, down. Her hands gripped the hook rack behind her, knuckles white. I was going to hell, no doubt. But I’d take the expressne if it ment getting to taste her again, in this dress.
She cried out softly when i slid into her, liking her up with her back against the mirror, her legs locking around me, her hands grasping for my shirt, my huar anything.
The dressing room echoed with the sound of quiet, wet thrusts and the stuttered breath of someone trying not to scream. My hand mped over her mouth, both of us knowing damn well how thin the walls were. She clenched around me and I know–I knew she was close.
But just before tipped over, I forced myself to pull out, biting back a curse as I grabbed a handful of tissues and finished into them. It was clumsy. The kind of thing anger would do. However, I’d rather not have our date be spoiled with my wife bing ufortable, walking around with my cum inside of her. Even though that sounded <b>hot </b>as fuck.
Would she be up to trying plugs maybe? if she had a pain kink then maybe she’d <b>be </b><b>up </b>for a little more….
Fought her staring at me then, like I was deranged. “You’re insane.”
“You say that like you didn’te harder than usual,” I shot back, grinning.
She gaped at me, flushed from the neck up. “I hate you.”
“Oh no you don’1” I smirked. “You know, I’m wondering…..
She hooked her brow in question, “How the hell am I supposed to go back to normal sex after this<b>? </b>
She rolled her eyes, thunking her head back against the mirror with a groan. “That’s what you’re worried about? Oh my god, Niki, I can’t go outside like thin
Her dress was wrinkled. Her hair, tousled. Her lips swollen. She looked incredible. I bit my lip, <b>half </b>to suppress myughter and half to keep from pulling her back onto the bench and starting round two
ay here,” I said, kissing her temple. “I’ll be right back,”
She blinked “Want – what?”
But I was already out the door, walking like I hadn’t justmitted a public sex act in a retail changing room. Well, at least it was my own store. I waved the clerk own, handed over my card, and gestured toward a new dress I had spotted earlier <b>emerald </b>green, off the shoulder, knee–length with a tight waist and circle skirt. It was more <b>casual </b>
I paid for both, had them bag the green ong, <b>and </b>walked back to the dressing rooms. The green one was an extra she could <b>wear </b>for the to.
I knocked
“Put on the green me” I said through the door. —-shirt and jeans go in the bag
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When she stepped out is few minutester, it took everything in me not
in me not to let my jaw drop.
She gave me the red dress, back on the hanger. But I shook my head.
and be
(before she could spook. “It suits you. Wear that tomorrow.”
the narrowed her eyes, at me, clearly flustered. “Is this bribery for keeping up with your shit?” She pointed at the dress she now wore.
i opened her mouth, then shut it. Her ears were red, I smirked, stepping aside to let her walk past me out of the store
was trying very hard to walk normally let her try
Onge she reached
and buckled in, I looked over at her.
“You know,” I said, “we have time left tonight.”
She nced at me,spicious. “And?”
Wanna go to the drive–in cinemat
asked <b>casually</b>. “We could try having sex in the car.
Elena’s eyes worned, and she practically recol
recolled in
din her seat. “Niksbill”
grinned, turning the key in the ignition “Just a suggestion.”
“God, you’re actually insane,” she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“Is that amp?”
She turned her head slowly, narrowing her eyes. “We’re not <b>doing </b>anything in a car
“But we could try-”
mirked. She’lle around. Not now, but maybe someday sho’ll be open to trying it. Not that I had ever tried car sex before. But with her? I had a feeling it would be as mind blowing <b>as </b>doing it in the office, if not better.