Page 33 of The Billionaire and I

Cole kept nodding as Camille hustled back from the changing rooms. “Everything is ready for you, Miss Jenny.”

“Thanks a bunch, Camille.” I tossed my hair and sashayed past her.

“I’m going to help you screen dresses,” Cole offered and followed me back.

He ducked into the changing room behind me and locked the door. “You can’t leave me out there with her alone. She lookstrespissed.”

“Yeah, well, maybe it’ll give old Camille a chance to button her shirt. And take the stick out of her ass.”

Cole chuckled as he took a seat on a nearby stool. For such a tiny store, it had a mammoth dressing room. I was still pissed that the salesperson had been judge-y and rude, so I huffed as I stripped out of my clothes and roughly grabbed the first dress. It was pink and ruffled, totally not my style. “Ick, I hate this. Help me zip it.”

Cole obeyed, zipping me into the micro mini. He whistled appreciatively. “You might not like that, but you look gorgeous.”

“I look like a cheerleading poodle.” I frowned at my reflection. “It’s a no, Coley. Sorry to disappoint.”

“You are anything but disappointing.” He chivalrously unzipped the dress and hung it back on the hanger. “How about this one?”

The next dress was a deep purple, pretty but not my style. “Nah.”

“This one?” He held up a long, deep-teal, mermaid-looking dress. “This could be nice for the wedding,” he encouraged.

“Yeah, all right. I’ll try it.” I shimmied into the gown while Cole watched. Was I imagining it, or were his eyes getting hooded?

“Zip me, baby, okay?” I cooed in case his arousal wasn’t all in my head. I shouldn’t let stupid Camille ruin a great day. I was used to women being rude to me—it happened all the time. Either they were jealous, threatened, or snobby. Whatever the reason, they used it to look down on me. Little did they know it wasn’t all fun and games being so young and hot. I mean,itcouldhave been, in an alternate universe, but that was not the universe I was living in.

“Ooh, I like this one.” I smiled at myself in the mirror. The formal dress clung to me but was so expensive it still looked classy. “I might wear my hair up with this.” I pulled my curls up into a messy bun and made a kissy face at Cole in the mirror.

“You look stunning.” Before I knew what hit me, he was off the stool and behind me. But after a second, I knewexactlywhat was hitting me!

“Mmm, you’re so beautiful, Jenny. Andfeisty. I love it when you show your claws a little.” He ran his mouth down my neck, causing goose bumps everywhere.

“Cole, what are you doing?”

“This.” He unzipped the mermaid gown and gently hung it up.

Then he pressed his screaming erection against my ass, and it was game on!

“You’re so naughty, baby.” I rubbed up against him, and he moaned. “But wecan’tdo it in public.”

“We’re not in public.” Cole stripped out of his shirt and unbuttoned his pants so they fell down around his ankles. “We’re in a dressing room—totally different, babe. And I can’t wait. Ineedyou.”

“Well, when you put it that way…” I pushed down his boxer briefs, and his glorious cock sprang out at me, fully erect and at attention. My insides got all squirmy. We didn’t have long—Camille could come back and check on us any second.

I hitched my thong to the side and rubbed my already wet slit against him.

“Oh fuck, babe,” he panted. “You’re so wet.”

He thrust against my slit, hitting my swollen clit, and I cried out.

“I need to be inside you. I’m not gonna last long.”

“S’okay, Coley,” I cooed. “I like it when you give it to me hard.”

He picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him, laughing, as he pinned me against the wall.

But then he entered me, hard and deep, and I wasn’t laughing anymore.

I was flying.

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