Page 62 of Beautiful Secrets
I grind against Cole’s mouth as he fucks me with his fingers, drawing out an already torturous orgasm.
When the devil finally releases me, I am limp as a wet rag. I slide down the mirror, ending up on the floor in front of him.
He leans back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and briefly obscuring his smug-as-shit grin. “Enjoy that, did you?”
“Fuck,” I breathe. “That…” My eyes flutter closed for a second. “Fuck.”
But I force them open, look down at the cock rearing from his lap. I sit forward, reaching for him. “Can I—”
He gently moves my hands away, and shoves his dick back in his pants—but with difficulty. “I’ll tell you when I want your lips around my cock.” Then he cocks his head, watching with hungry eyes as I get to my feet.
I blink at him, not understanding. “Not…now?”
He shakes his head. “We’re running late.”
I cover my face with my hands, peeking at him through my fingers. “Oh my God. Sorry. I shouldn’t have—”
Cole pulls away my hands and cups my face in his hands. “You have nothing to apologize for,” he murmurs, before ducking his head and planting a tender kiss on my lips. “Now get dressed. We still have another stop to make.”
I do as he says, barely even noticing the awful unicorn shirt when I pull it over my head. I guess I am still recovering from that masterful mouth of his.
“I think I shall never drink again,” I say through a laugh, pointing at the empty champagne glass. “Especially that—whatever that was.”
He gathers up the ruined dress and gives me a sly glance under his lashes. “Aye, I don’t think it’s the drink.”
I blush hot and red. “I would never have—”
“It’s non-alcoholic, little rabbit.”
He smiles when my face drops. “But we can pretend you were buzzed if you want.”
I lift my chin, staring up at him defiantly. “Do not do me any favors.”
“My, but you’re feisty after sex,” he says. Then before I can get more than half a squeal out, he scoops me up in his arms and walks me out of the changing room.
“Put me down!”
“Only when you start behaving, Miss Vasiliev.”
“Fine. Fine!” I thrash around in his arms, but obviously he has gone deaf because he carries me all the way downstairs despite my protests.
The sales lady has her back to us. My face goes red when I realize I will have to face her knowing she heard everything that happened upstairs.
“Linda,” Cole calls out, tapping the desk. “Linda!” His fist comes down hard enough to rattle a nearby pen holder.
The sales lady spins around, eyes round, and quickly tugs a pair of earphones from her ears. “Mr. Hendry,” she says, nodding politely.
Cole holds out the pale blue dress. “Little issue with the zip,” he says. “Bill me for it.”
“Oh, I’m sure we can fix…” Linda trails off as she lifts the dress and sees the massive rip down the back. “Oh.”
“Now tell me…” Cole leans forward as if he’s forgotten that I’m even in his arms, whispering conspiratorially over my head. “Does it come in pink?”
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Ican barely believe the breathtaking creature in front of me is the same girl I walked in here with.
