Page 53 of Sweet Animosity

Her gaze narrowed. “You’re the man I fucked. That was a one-time thing. It will not happen again.”

“Twice.”

“What?”

“We’ve fucked twice. More if you count when I licked your?—”

She placed her hands against my chest. “Oh, my God, shut up! We’re in public.”

“And?”

“And it’s not appropriate.”

“If you don’t want me to mention your pussy, then don’t wear a dress with your tits hanging out.”

“For the last time, my tits are not hanging out of this dress! It’s perfectly respectable. It’s just your lecherous mind.”

I leaned my forearm against the fur coats, already picturing what it would be like to fuck her lying naked on one. “Want to know what else my lecherous mind is thinking?”

“Absolutely not,” she huffed as she ducked under my arm and raced across the store to the dress racks on the other side.

After much haggling, we settled on a cobalt blue and cream Altuzarra long pleated dress. Although I wasn’t happy about it being sleeveless. “You need a coat.”

She selected a cropped jacket from a nearby rack. “How about this?”

I selected a long, shimmering orange trench coat. “How about this?”

Her eyes lit up. “Oh! Mango! Bold choice, Var. I like it.”

This should have been a colossal waste of time. I had a thousand infinitely more important things I needed to be doing. And yet it wasn’t.

Why did men complain about shopping with women so much? I was actually having fun. It was like dressing my very own Barbie doll.

My gaze lit on a short Balmain dress with black lace in a python print over ivory silk. “Here. Try this on.”

As she reached for the dress, she held it in front of her and raised an eyebrow. “My new uniform?”

My voice lowered an octave as I cleared my throat. “Just try it on. I’ll go pay for the other dress so you can wear it out.”

With a saucy smile, she swished her hips as she crossed to the nearby dressing rooms.

After paying for the dress and trench coat, I went in search of her. “Vivian?”

“Over here. I need help with my zipper.”

A wood-paneled dressing room door swung open, and she peeked her head out.

Setting the purchases aside, I stood in the doorway.

Without her usual sky-high heels on, she was a good five inches shorter. Already barely above my shoulder in her shoes, she was now considerably shorter… and absolutely adorable.

She pointed to the zipper as she stretched her arm behind her. “I can’t quite reach.”

I stepped forward and closed the door behind me. Grasping the zipper, I slowly lowered it, skimming her skin with the back of my fingers. I then slipped my fingers into the arm strap and pushed it over her shoulder as my mouth caressed the outer shell of her ear.

Her breath hitched as she leaned back against my chest.

Wrapping my hand around her neck from behind, I gently bit her earlobe. “I’m always happy to help you out of a dress, krasivaya.”

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