“I’m getting them because you like the way they look,” he says, his voice raspy, hungry.
“Don’t I feel special,” I say.
“You should. You’re the one I’ll be wearing them for.”
A hot shiver runs down my spine. He drops my hands and walks away from me, toward the owner.
Corbin stops at the register, tells the owner he’ll take the two suits, then lowers his voice so I can’t hear him. The owner nods, heads to the door and locks it, then retreats to the back of the shop, and…from the clicking sound growing fainter, it seems he heads upstairs.
My heart is beating so fast.
Cutting past mannequins and displays of jackets and shoes, Corbin strides to me.
“What did you just do?” I ask, though I’m pretty sure I know.
“I get all my suits from him. A lot of the guys do,” he says, not answering me directly. “Ramon’s a good guy. He’s giving us a little space.”
My pulse kicks. I ache everywhere. “So you missed me?”
Grabbing the hem of my shirt, he jerks me against him. “You know I missed you, Firecracker.”
Heat flares through me. “Show me how much.”
“Done.”
He tugs me into the dressing room, kicks the door closed, and spins me around. He pushes me against the wall, so I’m facing it. “Hands up.”
I press my palms against the wall as he hikes up my skirt and groans. “Your ass is perfect. Lift it higher.”
I raise my ass. He runs a hand over one cheek, then the other.
I shudder.
He sheds the suit jacket, tosses the tie over his shoulder, then bites down on my collarbone, sucking. I tremble.
Then the sound of his zipper being undone drifts past my ears and I gasp.
He tugs down my panties till they’re mid-thigh, then rubs the head of his cock against my wetness.
It feels too good to be real.
I roll my lips together, swallowing a gasp. I don’t need Mr. Ruiz to hear me, no matter where he is.
Grabbing my hip, Corbin murmurs, “This won’t last long.”
“I won’t either.”
He sinks into me, and we both groan as he fills me.
Then he’s off to the races, fucking me hard and fast, punching his hips, driving deep.
My fingers claw at the wall, trying to hold on.
He ropes an arm around my waist, jerks me even closer, then whispers hotly in my ear, “Fucking missed you so much.”
“Prove it,” I taunt.
He slides a hand down my belly, headed straight for my thighs, and rubs my clit till my vision blurs, my teeth clench, and I lose it.
