Page 73 of Bitter Heat

She pushed him into the corner and grabbed his cock, which leaked precum. As she stroked him, his hands came out and massaged her breasts while he focused on her lips. When he let out a low groan, she grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head down so she could cover his mouth with hers. She closed her eyes to avoid his probing gaze and kissed him as she worked him. At the last second, he covered her hand with his and pointed his cock at her vagina. She tried to swallow his loud groan as warm cum soaked her thong. When he was done, she stepped back. His eyes followed her as he caught his breath.

“Jasmine? How are you doing?” Dai’s overly polite voice came from right outside the dressing room door.

“I’m good. I’ll be out in a minute,” she called as she glared at Roth.

He zipped his pants, ran his hand through his hair, and looked disgustingly poised. Fucking asshole.

She grit her teeth as she pulled on her dress from Bloomingdale’s. There was no way she was going to smear cum on Dai’s couture clothes. She turned to the mirror and wiped off what remained of her lipstick, smoothed her hair, and blinked rapidly in an attempt to make her eyes look less glassy. When she scooped her clothes off the floor and unlocked the door, he didn’t try to stop her. When she left the dressing room, a crowd of six women greeted her. More spectators looked on from the shop. This was next level humiliating.

There was a pregnant pause before she said, “I’m ready to check out.”

“I bet you are,” Dai drawled.

She knew when Roth decided to make his debut since everyone’s attention shifted away from her.

Dai rushed forward with her hand outstretched. “Daiyu Wu, a big fan,” she breathed.

“Pleasure,” he rumbled.

So, he could be polite and courteous to others, just not to her. She left the dressing room and walked toward the front counter as the shop burst out in whispers.

“I’ll take all of this,” she said as she piled her clothes on the counter.

Dai and Roth discussed mutual acquaintances. She couldn’t believe the names he spoke of so casually. He was associated with not only New York’s biggest players but on a global scale as well. He had been working overtime to ensure he was well-connected. It was no wonder he had been able to buy out the other partners of Hennessy & Co. If that was the pool Roth was playing in, he could do whatever he damn well pleased.

She silently urged the sales clerk to hurry, which was a lost cause since the girl’s attention was on Roth.

“You have a beautiful shop,” he said as he made his way toward her with Dai at his side.

Dai clasped her hands together and pressed them against her cheek like a little girl. “I’m glad you like it. Anytime either of you needs anything, call me.” Dai unzipped her fanny pack and handed over a black card with gold script. “It has my personal numbers on it.”

Dai was hitting on Roth even as his cum trickled down her leg.What. The. Fuck. Not that she wanted Roth, but didn’t Dai care that she had just caught them fucking in her shop or that Roth had a messed-up relationship with his ex-wife? She was torn between giving Dai a shove or raking her nails down Roth’s face. Of course, she did neither and watched her total climb with each article of clothing scanned.

“I’ll leave that to Jasmine,” he said and extended the card to her, a subtle putdown that made her look at him.

His gaze was on her, and as usual, she couldn’t read his expression. When she didn’t take the business card, he slid it into one of her bags and handed the sales clerk his black credit card.

“No, I…” she began, but his cutting glanced stopped her. If he wanted to spend a fortune on her clothes, fine.

“I’m going to make Jasmine some custom pieces. Do you have any upcoming events?” Dai asked him.

She glared at Dai. “We’re not attending any events together.”

Roth pressed against her as he bent over to sign the credit slip. She stepped away from him and saw Dai staring at his ass. She waved her hand, and Dai blinked.

“Is that so?” Dai asked casually as she made a V with her fingers and stuck her tongue between it behind Roth’s back. Jasmine dragged her finger across her throat. Dai made a thrusting motion with her hips and then jabbed her finger at him and then her, but she cleared her expression when Roth turned.

“Well, I’m available for any occasion,” Dai said as she flicked her hoop earring and winked at him.

“Good to know,” Roth said.

“Miss Hennessy.”

She turned in time to see Mo grab her bags.

“Oh, I got it,” she said and held out her hand, but he walked out to a familiar Bentley parked at the curb. “Hey!”

A large hand wrapped around hers. “I’m sure we’ll see each other again, Daiyu,” Roth said.

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