“You promised to be fast.” She turns her head to kiss me. It’s sloppy and fast.
I spank her ass. “Then stop stalling and choose.”
“What if I want all three?”
Of course she would challenge me. “Okay.”
“What? We can’t—”
But her protest turns into another stifled moan as I pull down her underwear and shove two fingers into her tight heat.
“Look at you, ready for me, dripping already. Such a greedy girl. Such a dutiful wife.” I pump my fingers in and out, my cock getting harder with every reaction—her stifled moans, her contracting cunt, her shivers.
Cora bites her forearm, leaning into my hand.When she starts clamping on my digits like a vise, I withdraw from her and lick my fingers.
She swears, and I laugh. Unlocking, I step outside. I need to make sure I can take care of my wife the way she deserves.
“Wait here,” I order.
“What the fuck, Xander?” She grabs one of the hangers with an untried dress to cover herself.
“Try a few dresses before I come back.”
Chapter 22
Cora
Istand there, my arousal dripping down my thighs. What the hell has just happened? Where the fuck did he go?
I lean against the mirror, the coolness sobering my lust-drunk brain. The bastard. Fuck him. I lock the door.
But now I’m trapped in here, stewing. I should try the dress, but fuck it, I’m so wound up. Minutes tick as I stand there, undecided and pissed.
When I finally pick up my jeans to get dressed and storm out of there, the door handle clicks.
“Coraline.” Xander’s voice carries a hint of warning.
“Go away,” I hiss.
“Let me in.”
“Go away.”
He raps on the door. “Don’t you want me to finish what we started?” he drawls.
Jesus, other customers must hear him. “I finished myself,” I lie. I should have.
Xander raises his voice, the undercurrent of warning even darker. “Coraline, open the fucking door, or I will break it.”
Jesus, is he for real? I unlock the door. “Are you insane?” I whisper-yell. “You told me to be quiet, and then you yell for everyone to hear.”
Instead of answering, he pushes inside, unbuckling his belt.
“What are you doing?” I step back.
He looks around the room. “Do they fit well?” He nods his head toward the clothes I brought in here and unzips his pants, stepping out of them as they fall to the ground.
“I haven’t tried them.” I put my hands on my hips. “What are you doing?”
