Page 31 of Sinister Devotion

Claire reaches behind her, opens the stall and pulls me inside. The shock of her confidence, the aggression, the desire in her eyes has me speechless. I watch her push me against the stall door, lock it, and undo my pants to pull my cock out.

She licks her lips and lowers herself in front of me.

"Wait, Claire, you don't have?—"

Before I can get the words out, she's trying to swallow every inch of me. My hands reach for the walls, hoping for something to grab onto as the warmth of her mouth engulfs my head. The slight flick of her tongue across it makes me close my eyes and curse under my breath. She moans, which sends vibrations down to the base. It feels like this is going to end before I truly get to enjoy it.

"Fuck, this wasn't how this was supposed to go," I huff as she moves her head back and forth, up and down. She works her mouth along my shaft, but it comes to a screeching halt when her teeth graze me. I can't stop the snarling words. "FUCK, that shit hurts."

Claire stops immediately and pulls my cock out of her mouth. Erection gone, deflation imminent.

"Shit, I'm so sorry. I've never done this before," she admits.

I nod. "Good, it's fine. I promise I'll be okay. Let's take this home. All of it. We can thank each other there. At least then no one can hear me scream."

That brings a smile to her face as she rises to her feet. I pull her face up to mine, sealing this evening with a kiss.

13

CLAIRE

Excitement, seduction, and embarrassment overwhelm me as Julian lifts me off my knees to kiss him, while he gently tucks himself back into his pants. The silk negligee feels marvelous against my skin. The diamond choker sparkles in a way that makes my eyes twinkle in the light.

Pearl white tufted walls make the dressing room look like the inside of a genie's lamp, but the expression on Julian's face is not so magical. The redness from the pain of my mistake fades from his cheeks. He tips his head to the side, dragging his gaze from my mouth down to the hem of the fabric, rubbing the material between his fingertips.

"I want you in black," Julian says, his tone low and alluring. He still wants me, thankfully. His desire for me grows daily. Now that I'm taking an interest in his company, taking on more responsibility, the connection between us delves deeper than lust.

Surely, I'm more than the naïve little girl he's been taking care of these past few years. He's going to see me as a woman who can handle being in a relationship with him. The way he reacts when I tell him to get on his knees is subtle. Although, a joke at first, I wonder what he'll let me do to him.

We step out of the dressing room after I change back into my clothes. The woman who owns the boutique looks like she could be a model or ballerina, but the sternness in her gaze tells me she knows more about the men in this city than their wives.

"Thank you, Miss Bresnik. Everything here is so beautiful." I smile and marvel at her, wondering about the life she lives and the moments she sees, the exchanges between lovers and spouses.

"Please, come back any time," Miss Bresnik says with a hint of a smile.

Julian motions to Edward who steps away from the guards to escort me to the car. He opens the rear door for me and holds it open, standing in front of the open door.

"You can close it," I tell him. "It's fine."

Edward's gaze shifts from me to the SUV's interior. The level of contemplation on his face shows just how much he believes me.

"I think I will leave this open so we all can have a peaceful night." Edward's reply is final and I know there's no convincing him to shut the door.

Still, I want him to trust me as much as Bonnie does. "I haven't had an episode in months."

Edward furrows his brows before raising one and pulls out his phone. He huffs as he scrolls for a moment before flipping the phone around to show me cowering in the garage as Devon starts the landscaping truck. I groan.

"That's different. The stupid thing backfired. It sounded like…" I stop, unable to say the word. "It doesn't matter. You're right here and you should trust that I'm not going to freak out in the back seat of the car. I'm fine, Edward."

He steps away from the door and closes it slowly, but not completely. I'll take it.

When Julian finally steps out of the boutique, he's carrying a few different boxes which Edward takes from him to put in the trunk. When Julian slides into the seat beside me, I shut my door completely before Edward has a chance to do it.

Edward grimaces, glancing at me through the rearview mirror for my passive aggressive ways of provoking him into letting go of my trauma. I appreciate him more than he knows, but sometimes, he needs to loosen up.

The drive is mostly quiet with Julian staring out of the window and Edward focused on the road. My mind wanders to what's in the other boxes Julian walked out of the store with.

"What's inside the boxes?" I ask him, curiosity getting the better of me.

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