Sasha’s chin drops to hide her cringe, her hands covering her stomach. I watch my wife retreat into herself, her thumb and her middle finger tapping together.
Fuck.
I’m not here to help Sasha’s self-confidence. Just allow her to collect her pay and be on her way.
But right now, she’s my wife. A woman chosen by one of the most powerful families in Vegas and the world. Salesclerks should treat her with respect. My chest expands as I give the clerk a hard stare in return.
“You’re dismissed,” I bark, my lip curling.
The blonde’s eyes go wide. “I didn’t mean?—”
“Send someone else in.” I don’t want to hear her explanation and Sasha needs to understand. I am her protector. From mean salesclerks all the way up to murderous fathers. On this front, there is no pretense, nothing false.
Sasha’s head snaps up, her fingers stilling as her wide eyes meet mine. “Ryker, you don’t?—”
“Princess,” I step up to her, my palm cupping her jaw even as the clerk retreats, “if you’re going to go out on your own, you’re going to have to learn how to tell people to fuck off. Might as well practice while you’ve got me as backup.”
Her eyes go wide, filling with surprise before she surges up on her toes, her lips crashing into mine.
It’s not a neat kiss, not skilled in anyway, but it still makes me go granite hard.
It takes so little to fill Sasha’s cup, it’s almost pathetic. She needs affection, a bit of consideration, like most people need air. I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her belly into my hips as I kiss her back, showing her how it’s done.
This might have started with a lesson on how to exude strength, but now it’s a completely different skill I’m teaching.
I kiss her a couple times, long and slow with a simple press of my lips to hers, waiting for her lips to match mine. And when they do, soft and so fucking sweet I could devour her, I press her mouth open, letting my tongue sweep between the pillows of her lips.
I feel her start, her body going rigid, but I don’t retreat. Instead, I start the kiss over, kissing her lips, pushing them open, sweeping my tongue against hers.
This time, she doesn’t shy away. Tentatively, her tongue pushes back against mine. It feels so good, I groan into her mouth.
It’s been years since I responded to a kiss like this. I can’t explain why Sasha is so different, but a little tongue play and I’m leaking cum from a hard-on that could cut glass.
Maybe it’s because she’s so unsure, so delicate, or perhaps it’s because she’s been much harder to get than any woman has been for a long time. But whatever it is, she’s got me ready to beg.
Every response with her is amped up. Did I accuse her of being too easy to please? Christ, she’s got me ready to blow my load at the slightest touch.
I hear the door open and close again, knowing the new clerk has entered the room, but I take my time finishing the kiss.
It’s that good, for one. But two, we’re doing this on my time, my way. Always.
And last, the clerk will respect Sasha. She’s an extension of me and my position in this world.
I finally step back, still not looking at the clerk but at my wife.
My fucking wife. I married this woman.
I can say it’s temporary and it is, but I can also feel the difference and that is not something I expected.
I look down at Sasha, her eyes hooded and unfocused and I want to dive back in. She’s so responsive and she feels so good.
I give her waist another squeeze before I step back.
The new clerk gives me a polite smile, averting her eyes. I jerk my chin in response, glad we’ve got the dynamic settled.
I take a seat as the saleswoman steps up to Sasha all smiles. My message has been received. “Could we remove your jacket?”
Sasha nods and slides the leather coat off, revealing a small white tank top underneath.
