He pulls out, backs me against the mirror, and enters me again. This time, he’s facing me. His expression is tortured, full of need, full of...fear? What is he afraid of?
The surface of the mirror is chilly against my back and ass, but it does nothing to cool my need for him. The way our bodies meet has his base rubbing my clit with every stroke. I grip his shoulders and stare into his eyes.
“Come again.” He kisses me, consumes me. “Come with me this time.”
“Nearly—nearly there,” I gasp.
“I knew you would be. So responsive, so perfect, my bella.” He kisses me again, thrusting in just the right way.
I clench up, tightening around him as my orgasm takes over. He grunts against my neck, groaning as he pulses inside me, filling me with his come.
We cling to each other for several long moments. My heart thunders in my chest as I try to remember how to breathe.
Damiano pulls back slightly and kisses my cheek. “Oh, you look like someone just fucked your brains out, you poor thing.”
I turn to look at myself in the mirror, my eyes wide as I take in the messy state of my hair, the flush covering my cheeks, neck, and chest. “Oh no. I can never leave this room.”
“You will leave this room proudly, walking right next to me.” He kisses my cheek again. “Now put on your clothes. It’s time to go home.”
As I get dressed, Damiano gathers my purchases, placing them in my bag from Carol’s Closet. “They are already paid for, bella. Don’t worry, nobody will see your soiled new panties.”
“Shhh,” I warn. “They could hear you if they’re close.”
“You weren’t too worried about that when you were moaning in my arms.”
I close my eyes, mortified.
Damiano stops us both in front of the counter, where Max is working at a computer.
“We need an extra pair of panties to match this bra.” Damiano holds up the gauzy, pink bra.
“Of course.” Max, straight-faced, goes off to find a pair, and returns to ring up the extra purchase.
I want to sink through the floor in embarrassment.
When we get outside, Damiano looks all around, as if worried someone is waiting for us. Then he turns to me. “Bella, you are blushing. Is everything okay?”
“Those poor shop assistants probably guessed we were fucking in there.”
He grins, looking like a wicked prince. “We spent a lot of money and they will receive huge commissions. They would not have judged us even if we installed a sex swing and invited friends.”
I can feel myself blushing harder, and he laughs.
“Now will you tell me what’s wrong?” I ask him.
His laughter fades, all good humor gone. He takes my hand and leads me to his car, which is parked nearby. “Not yet. We need to speak with Seth.”
11
SETH
My office door opens, and Damiano steps inside, Madison in tow.
As soon as I see Madison, my chest tightens. She’s ignored me for almost two days, and I’ve had enough. It’s time we talked.
Yet, something is off. Damiano looks furious, and Madison looks confused.
“What’s going on?” I stand up, ready to do whatever is necessary to fix this problem.
