Page 116 of Lovely Venom
“That’s it?” He takes it and shrugs. “I thought it would be more.”
What Kardashian planet is he living on?
I try the sweater with a pair of jeans, startled to find out I’m a size four and not a ten. But I think that’s vanity sizing, and I won’t let it go to my head. This is how they keep women coming back to their stores with these ego-boosting sizes. I’m down with that.
Three different pairs of jeans, five sweaters, two velour tracksuits, and a few cute tees later, Connor stands there with a green dress.
“This will look amazing on you. It matches your eyes, and it will be perfect for Sunday.” He closes the dressing room door and stays inside with me this time. “Problem, Venom?”
“You’ve seen all of me. But getting dressed is like watching sausage get made.” And looking at how tight this dress will fit, that’s the show he’s going to get.
“I love sausage. And a good barbeque brat.” He presses two fingers against his lips.
“And now I’m hungry again.” I step into the dress, loving Connor’s warm hand on my waist.
When I stare at myself, I have mixed feelings. The dressisstunning, V-neck, three-quarter sleeves, pinched at the waist to hide sins, and an asymmetrical hemline.
“It’s too tight.” I scowl, pulling at the fabric that is strangling my hips.
“I like it tight, if you haven’t noticed.” Connor leans against the fitting room wall, arms crossed, looking smug as hell. “It fitsperfectly.Like how you fit me, Venom.”
With his height and rugby player build, I’m small compared to him.
He inches forward, hands skimming my hips. “Now take it off. I need to see your body. This is torture.”
I manage to get the dress off and do a curtsy. “Happy?”
That’s when he pounces. “I can’t believe you fell for that.”
I huff, ready to argue, but his mouth crashes against mine before I get the chance. And I just melt. Completely, utterly, absolutely.
My hands tangle in his hair, his fingers digging into my ass as he backs me up against the mirror.
“Speaking of brats...” He lifts me and leans me against the cool mirrored surface that shocks my bare, heated skin. “God, I have to get one of these at home so I can watch as I fuck you.”
“Stop.” I wiggle to get out of his arms. “We can’t.”
“I can do whatever the hell I want, Venom.” He shreds my panties with one fist.
“You’re lucky those were mine,” I say, and then see stars when his fingers start probing me.
Next, his pants are undone, and we’re fucking like it’s a porno.
“Sir,” the owner knocks, her voice laced with exasperation, “that isnota couple’s dressing room.”
“It is now,” Connor whispers into the hollow of my throat, voice scraped raw from restraint. “Leave us alone, don’t make me tell you twice.”
The woman scoffs and leaves.
I giggle against his mouth. Whoisthis version of me? “She has your credit card.”
“Good. Let her charge me whatever she wants. I’d pay a million dollars to fuck you like this.”
“You sure know how to flatter a girl.”
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he mutters into my neck. He’s so strong as he lifts me on and off his cock with ease. “You’re so wet for me. Every damn time.”
“Connor,” I whimper. “This is crazy.”
