Page 18 of Forbidden Desires

“Oh, you can say that again,” Meriwether huffed. “I have to rush out and settle an issue with a textile order from a seller. I wouldn’t usually leave like this, but this is something I have to handle in person.” She sighed, looking to me. “Do you want to reschedule?”

I tilted my head. “How long will you be?”

“An hour. No longer than that. It’s two blocks over and I have a car.”

“Then we can wait,” I assured her, since I had no other pressing plans for the day. “Lock up when you leave and we’ll keep an eye on the boutique. Maybe send an order for the bistro while we do.”

Relief flitted across the other woman’s face. “Ah, you’re a gem, Eric. Be back in a flash. Stephanie! Come with me. We’re going to bust some sense into Geraldine and her bad taste in fabrics!”

Meriwether and the other girl working left, locking the door behind them, leaving the soft music playing and us alone. Truly alone.

The air was thick with that knowledge. I could feel it crackling in the space between the two of us, and rather than let it continue, unresolved, I pushed myself to my feet. I approachedher as she watched, coming to stand in front of her. She looked up at me, eyes beautiful, round. Endearing and trusting. I slid my fingers along her jaw and tucked my thumb beneath her chin, tilting her head back a bit more so that those eyes remained on me.

“You’re very beautiful in this dress, you know,” I said, my voice low and husky.

“T-thank you.” Her words were breathless, and a pretty pink flush suffused her cheeks, as if she wasn’t used to such compliments.

As I continued to stare into her eyes, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling a bit more rapidly. Was it my proximity, or the unwavering way in which I looked at her? Or was it something else entirely?

I asked no questions because it didn’t matter. Instead, I leaned in, pressing my mouth to hers, kissing her openly where she stood. Jasmine melted into me like butter, a soft groan in the back of her throat that I was all too willing to capitalize on. My tongue slipped between her lips, and my fingers tangled into the hair at the base of her neck, enjoying its silkiness from where it had fallen loose from her ponytail in between changing dresses.

“If you wanted them, I’d buy you every single dress you just tried on,” I said against her mouth before moving my head back a few inches to look into those soulful eyes again. “But I think with how much you like this one, I’ll just settle on making this a memorable experience. If you’ll permit me?”

Confusion flickered across her features, even as she nodded her consent to whatever I intended.

Holding her sultry gaze, I slid my hand down the front of her body, fingers trailing between her full, firm breasts, then over the beading on her stomach. I didn’t go lower, though, teasing her with the thought that I might touch her there, lower, that I might do more to her than merely touch. The allure of us beingsomewhere we might be caught was more appealing than it should have been. Like the gallery showing, Jasmine pushed me past levels of comfort and desire that made me want to break my own limits.

She licked her damp lower lip, her expression hesitant. “Here?” she asked, and I knew she meanthere,this place, but I also couldn’t help but readhere,where I was touching her, where I wanted to go lower.

“Here,” I repeated, letting my hand slip down to the hem of her dress. I pushed it up, and felt my dick harden at the first brush of my fingers against her silky, smooth thighs. “Andhere.”

Jasmine bit her lip, throat tight with a swallow. “You come with surprises, Eric,” she breathed out. “I didn’t think you’d want to fuck me here.”

I smirked. “Is that not something you want?” I asked, voice curious as I moved my hand higher, stroking my fingers along the slit of her pussy hidden beneath thin panties.

Her breath hitched again. “I want it,” she admitted shamelessly. “But… won’t Meriwether return?”

“In an hour.”

Her incredulous look made me laugh. Brow quirked, mouth set in a line that told me she, too, remembered our last time together. Remembered that an hour wouldn’t be near enough for how much we would want of each other.

“It’s alright,” I said with a sinful smile. “It isn’t a fuck I’m vying for, anyway.”

I removed my fingers from between her legs, earning a slight, protesting sound as I backed her toward the door to the dressing room. Because yes, it wouldn’t do to potentially have someone see what we were doing from the street because I decided to fondle her in front of the big bay windows there. This intimate moment was for me to revel in, me to watch her fall to pieces as I pleasured her.

Backed into the dressing room, I pressed myself fully to her, pinning her smaller form against the cool, crème colored wall. My body aligned against hers, firm between her legs, which was beginning to become a comfortable place for myself. Like I belonged there and her body knew that I did, too. It was a satisfying feeling.

I rolled my hips, just to let her feel the hard bulge in my pants before I slipped my hand beneath the hem of her dress and between us, fingers sliding once more over the slit of her pussy. Her panties were already saturated, and as I stroked a little deeper, her lashes fell half-mast, her skin flushed, and her breath quickened.

Loving how easily she gave herself over to me, I brushed my lips along the column of her neck and felt her shiver. “Hold up your dress so we don’t ruin it.”

It was all I said as I spread the lips of her pussy beneath that silk panel, finding and playing with her clit between my fingers. She gasped, haphazardly hiking up the hem of her dress to her stomach as her thighs spread for me, one leg lifting and hooking at my hip as she rocked her own against me.

“That feel good?” I breathed against her ear.

She nodded jerkily. “Yeah, it does.”

Her head fell back against the wall, giving my mouth permission to descend upon her throat with lips and teeth grazing along the pulse. I sucked there, enjoying the way I could feel her heartbeat jump beneath my tongue, knowing that I was the one who put the skip to it. She whimpered desperately as I circled and pressed against her clit, the friction of damp fabric increasing the sensations.

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