“For when I want to make you feel good.”
Her throat works as she swallows, the pulse fluttering wildly. “Shh! What if Danica hears you?”
“Let her.” I dip my head until our foreheads touch, our breaths mingling. “I love making you come, love how hot and tight you are when you spasm around my cock.”
Her cheeks flame. She puts a hand over my mouth, but I keep talking, my voice slightly muffled. “The sound you make when you come drives me insane—”
She yanks her hand away, then presses her mouth against mine, shutting me up. I thrust my tongue inside, and her hands instantly clutch me for support as I push her against the wall and run my greedy palms along her shoulders and breasts. I swirl the pad of my thumb against a pointed nipple. She crushes her mouth hard against mine, and a moan vibrates against my lips. She’s so responsive, so addictive, that I can’t get enough. Even when I have her pinned against a wall and am devouring her, it isn’t enough.
Her breathing shallows. She clings to me, her arms looped around my neck like she’s scared I might vanish. I plunder her mouth, shifting a little for better access. She whimpers softly, the sound just loud enough for my ears, and tightens her thighs together. I push a leg between hers. She instantly rocks against it, trying to ease the ache. Through the fabric of my pants, I can feel the wet heat and pulsing in her clit.
My dick is so full of overheated blood, it hurts. Lust builds, stretching my skin tautly until the prickling sensation spreads all over.
A tiny voice in the back of my head says we’re in a dressing room and I should know better. Doesn’t matter. A huge urgency drives me, making me feel like I’ll die if I can’t be inside her right now.
“Rhys?” Danica’s voice cuts through the erotic haze.
Max freezes, her entire body tensing.
“Max, I brought a few long gowns and cocktail dresses for you to try. And some accessories—some cute belts, chandelier earrings and necklace. Your neck’s so long and slender, the last two should be really flattering.”
Max inhales shakily, then slaps a hand over my mouth. “Sure. Give me a second, will you? Also, do you have any strappy sandals? Maybe silver? What do you think?”
“Great call. You can never go wrong with silver sandals, especially with the formal wear. Let me grab those right now. I’ll leave the dresses on the rack.”
Danica’s footsteps fade and Max sags in my arms. “That was close.”
“That was unsatisfying.”
“Yeah, well, as hot as you are, I’m not going to have sex with you in a dressing room.”
“You think I’m hot?”
“The point isno sex in the dressing room.” The look she gives me is flatter than roadkill, but I catch a small twitch of her mouth.
I place a quick peck on her lips. “Fine. We’ll pick this up later.”
Her eyes narrow. “And no car sex while Angelo’s driving, either!” she hisses. “Even with the partition up!”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Max
Damn the man.
Rhys left me wet and unfulfilled. The sensitive flesh between my legs is so swollen and slick, visiting the ladies’ room to wipe down and replace my underwear doesn’t help much. Every time I move and there’s even the slightest bit of friction against my nipples from the bra, hot sparks race down to my throbbing clit.
Meanwhile, he looks unperturbed, smiling at Danica. If I hadn’t felt his erection in the dressing room, I might think he was immune to me. Part of me wants to do something to rip him out of his calm little bubble, but rationality says there are people watching.
He signs off on the invoice, and Danica smiles.
“Thanks for your help,” I say.
“My pleasure. Do come again. You’re very rewarding to dress.”
And undress, Rhys mouths behind her.
I ignore him and smile at her. “Your clothes make me feel like a star.” The cerulean number I’m wearing now accentuates my curves, and I love the color, much more than the basic black outfit from the morning.
