Page 54 of Sweet Animosity

Then a frigid blast of awareness hit me.

My hands cupped her shoulders as I turned her to face me with a frown. “Who zipped it up?”

She held the dress to her chest. “What?”

I leaned down, using my height to intimidate her. “Who zipped up your dress this morning?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, boss, but I did.”

“I don’t believe you. What’s his name?”

“There is no him. I zipped my dress up.”

“How?”

She sighed. “If you must know, women have their ways, but it involved a lot of inelegant bending over and swiveling that wouldn’t be possible in this small dressing room. Happy?”

Not giving a damn about her glossy red lipstick, I pushed her against the mirror and claimed her mouth. She tasted like strawberry jam and peppermint as my tongue pushed past her lips.

Fuck, I loved kissing her.

I had to admit, before Vivian, I hadn’t really thought much about kissing. It was a necessary part of foreplay and not much else to me.

But now? Now I could kiss this woman all day and almost be satisfied.

It was the unconscious way she shifted her hips against me and the tiny little whimpers that escaped her throat as her hands clung to me that really did it for me.

We were both breathless when I pulled back.

Slipping my hand inside my coat jacket, I pulled out a white linen handkerchief and swiped it across my lips, relishing the red stain left behind as I tucked it in half and put it back in my pocket for safekeeping. “Now, I’m happy. Or at least I will be when you put on that dress I asked to see.”

Turning her back on me, she stared at her flushed and thoroughly kissed reflection, raising her fingertips to her swollen and smudged lips. God, she was beautiful.

After a moment, she took a deep breath and pushed back her shoulders. “Get out so I can put it on.”

“No.”

Her head tilted to the side as she put a hand on her hip while the other hand continued to hold her unzipped dress over her breasts. “Var, I’m not having sex with you in a Bloomingdale’s dressing room!”

“Who said anything about sex?”

Her gaze went to the outline of my hard cock pressing against my suit trousers. “Your cock is speaking volumes.”

“Fair enough.” I raised my hand, palm out. “I promise I won’t jump you. Now try the dress on.”

I immediately regretted my promise as I watched her shimmy her hips to let the dress she was wearing fall to the floor, exposing a matching pair of pale pink panties and bra before bending over to step into the python lace dress.

As she pulled the straps over her shoulders, I stepped forward.

She held up her hand. “You promised.”

Dammit.

With the ivory silk, the dress made it look like all she was wearing was a sheath of sheer black lace. There was no fucking way I would ever let her appear in public wearing it. In private however…

With her hands on her hips, she tilted her body to one side. “Satisfied?”

Not even close.

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