Page 19 of Forbidden Desires

There was something intrinsically gratifying about pleasing this woman. Touching her. Watching herbepleased without any inhibitions. I was rock hard and couldn’t think about anything other than simply enjoying her body like this.

When she started writhing in earnest, whines and moans deepening, panties soaked all the way through so even her thighs were damp, I pushed the fabric aside and sunk two fingers deep into her. She let out a wild, heady groan, fingers fisting in her dress to keep herself from dropping it and possibly getting it as messy as she currently was.

“Oh God—right there,” she said, lust and need infusing her voice.

I crooked my fingers a little more, rubbing right where she begged, sending waves of pleasure through her body that I could feel in the telltale constriction of her around me. I relished the tightness, the wetness, the heat. The inarticulate sounds she made as I worked my fingers in and out of her, while letting the heel of my palm grind against her clit until she finally tilted her head back and moaned my name.

Eric.So deep and guttural and reverent, even in her feminine tone.

I stilled my fingers inside her and just let her feel how they filled her up as she rocked against them through her orgasm. She panted, shaking, and I kept her anchored against the wall until she stopped trembling. Only then did I finally withdraw my fingers from her sated pussy.

“Mmm.” She hummed placidly, her face soft with bliss.

I chuckled. “You good?”

She nodded, her lashes fluttering and her eyes opening, meeting mine. “Yeah. That just feltreallygood,” she breathed out, letting her leg fall from where she’d hooked it against my hip. Then, she grimaced, clearly realizing how soaked her panties now were, how wet and sticky she was between her thighs. “Sorry. I hope I didn’t make too much of a mess?”

“Oh, yeah, you did.”

I raised my fingers to my mouth to lick each digit, one by one, in front of her—making sure she watched, making sure sheheard the slight groan in the back of my throat at the taste of her hitting my tongue. Her face flushed, and that in and of itself was enough to satisfy me more than I could have asked for, for the day.

I smirked, then said, “No mess that couldn’t easily and eagerly be cleaned up.”

She flushed adorably, and busied herself in straightening her panties again, and the dress. Smiling, I gently grasped her arm and led the way out of the dressing room and into the main section of the boutique once more.

“Why don’t you get yourself cleaned up,” I suggested, indicating the private restroom in the dressing area. “And when you come back, I’ll order us lunch. We still have plenty of time before Meriwether gets back from her little meeting bullying someone into submission.”

CHAPTER 8

Eric

The rest of Jasmine’s fitting went without a fuss, thoughfusswas the wrong word for letting myself get carried away by fingering her in a dressing room stall. Still, we had her dress, ready to be delivered to her door before the day of Felix’s party, and I ordered another black dress simply because I felt like doing so. It would be delivered with her outfit for the luncheon. Something extra on top of what was the required dress code.

The day of the event for Felix, I picked up Jasmine myself in my Audi R8. Since we were going to be well acquainted with each other over the next few months, it seemed fitting to drive her myself in these situations, instead of using Jeff. And, admittedly, her company outside the bedroom was unexpectedly appealing and I liked spending time with her.

I mulled this over only as long as it took Jasmine to trod down the front stairs of her modest complex. She was a visionin that now-tailored black flapper dress, the red beading on it shining like hundreds of little tear-drop rubies and spherical garnets. She had long, gorgeous legs that went on and on, caressed by dark stockings that led to heels that only seemed to elevate the elegance of her supple calves.

Idly, I wondered how upset she would be if I put runs through them later when I ripped them off her legs so I could fuck her.

The full package of her, complete with her thick, silky blonde hair styled into delicate waves that flowed to her shoulders, made my mouth run dry—easily fixed with a swallow before she slipped into the car.

This woman was going to be the death of my good senses. And I was starting not to give a goddamn fuck because for the first time in forever, I was completely enamoured and intended to enjoy everything about her, for as long as it lasted.

I leaned over before Jasmine could get buckled in, before she could even say anything, and curled my hand around to the nape of her neck and kissed her. She responded as though we were familiar lovers, lips parting naturally to accept the sweep of my tongue inside. The sweet scent of feminine perfume wafted up, making her all the more enticing as I took liberties with the softness of her mouth.

“You’re stunning,” I murmured against her lips as I pulled away. “The dress suits you perfectly.”

Her cheeks were nearly as red as the beading on her dress. “I’m glad you like the outfit,” she said, smoothing a hand along the fabric covering her thighs. “I was actually a little worried about fitting the aesthetic well enough, since you mentioned that your friend Felix has an eye for the accurate.”

I grinned at her. “He does, but he’s also easily distracted by tall drinks, shiny objects, and gorgeous women.”

Jasmine laughed, giving a little snort with it that she attempted to cover up with her hand. Her face pinkened even more, and I chuckled as I drove us out of the parking lot.

“Snorting while laughing is an endearing trait,” I said, trying to placate the embarrassment evident on her face.

“It’s definitelynot,” she said, settling comfortably back into the leather seat, her eyes sparkling humorously. “But I suppose this one time I can take the compliment. Just this one time, though.”

“Oh, of course,” I drawled. “Naturally.”

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