Page 162 of Play Dirty (Brooklyn Dawn 1)

I removed my thumb and sucked on her tongue in time with my long, deep strokes, my fingers punishing her hip where I held her still. She couldn’t be tamed. Her legs were shaking, her tits bouncing, straining against the sweet vee of her sundress. Making it into something obscene as her nipples threatened to skewer right through the fabric.

Her hat—my hat—tumbled off her head and her yards of blond hair flew free, unspooling like silk ribbons. Framing the needy blue of her eyes and the blush in her cheeks as she grabbed my hand again and sucked her own taste off my thumb.

Then I dipped down for more wetness from the source, driving into her with enough force that the mirror jostled against the wall. She sawed her teeth through her lower lip, but it wasn’t enough to stifle her cries. I gave her back my newly dampened thumb, swallowing a groan at the ferocious scrape of her teeth.

I couldn’t do anything but fill her. Bury myself inside her until the beast inside me had taken its due.

My mouth latched onto her throat near her pulse. That manic beat spurred me on, making me speed up. I was hurting her. Had to be. But instead of forcing me away, she tightened her legs around my ass and rhythmically squeezed me as her orgasm rolled over both of us. Storming through not just her, but me too. Dragging me along into her endless undertow.

She shook around me. Stared into my eyes as that good girl dress fluttered down her body and hid my cock, still so deep inside her.

Where I wanted to stay forever.

Wordlessly, I set her down. Her boot heels hit the floor just as a knock rattled the door I’d locked.

“This door can’t be locked. Hello? Hello? Open this door this instant.”

I pulled Lindsey’s thong and then her dress into place before running my fingers over the disordered ends of her hair. Slowly, taking my time, I slipped my fingertips along the lacy vee of her dress, watching every quaking breath she took as I neared her nipple. I bent my head to give it a quick kiss through the thin material and she shuddered, flattening her hands against the mirror we’d just desecrated. Then I laid my mouth on hers, giving her a tender kiss that belied our furious fuck.

She responded in kind, fisting her fingers in my hair as if no one was waiting for us.

As if neither of us gave a shit.

“We’ll be right out.” Leisurely, I tucked myself back into my pants and drew up my zipper.

Turning away, I stepped to the door and unlocked it. “Sorry.” I gave the young, harried sales

clerk a wide smile. She stepped back and gripped her throat.

Good to know I still had it. God knows I hadn’t used those particular wiles in a lifetime.

“Her zipper got stuck,” I said apologetically as Lindsey approached. I drew her past me and nudged her through the door.

“Oh. Oh. That’s okay, sir. Ma’am.” The young girl stared up at me as if she’d barely heard a word I’d said.

“Excuse me, where’s your ladies’ room?” Lindsey asked all too sweetly. “I think that…zipper left a mark. I’d better just check.”

The salesclerk’s face flamed bright pink. “Oh, um, it’s right over there.”

“Thanks.” Lindsey grabbed my arm and towed me along with her.

“You forgot to change out of your dress, ma’am.”

“We’re buying it,” I said over my shoulder. “Possibly bronzing it,” I added as Lindsey glanced back with a little growl.

“You’re enjoying this too much.”

“Maybe.” Once we reached the bathroom, I reached under her dress and palmed her ass. I so appreciated when she wore thongs. “Pretty sure you did too.”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it. You liked her starry eyes in your direction.”

“Not particularly, but I can’t say I mind the tinge of green in your color. It looks lovely on you. As all colors do, duchess.”

Her lips twitched before she shoved my chest and disappeared down the short hall that led to the ladies’ room.

When she emerged, I’d already gathered our caps, and her purse, leather jacket, and clothes from the changing room. And because Lindsey had taken a couple of extra moments, I’d paid for her sundress and three more in different colors. And a scarf to boot.

She sorted through the pile with a practiced eye. “Really? Chartreuse? Not sure it flatters me.”

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