Page 42 of Savage Princess

“Am I distracting you?” she asks cheekily, turning back to face me.

I silently offer up a prayer for strength to anyone listening as I reach for the champagne.More than you could possibly know.

“Keep trying those dresses on, and we’ll see,” I tell her instead, knowing I’m only pushing the inevitable temptation further down the line. But god help me, I need her to get out of that red dress and into something else before I take it off of her myself.

She flashes me a teasing smile, disappearing back into the room. Between her and the woman assisting her, she tries on four more, and they all make me feel as if I’m one second away from asking the woman to give us a moment so I can ravish her in the dressing room. She looks more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her, and she’s not even fully done up to match the dress.

“What do you think?” Elena asks as she comes out in the last one, a black dress with a slit up either side, thin gold chains for straps, and a draped neckline. It’s stunning on her, but not as overtly sexy as the red dress.

It doesn’t stop me from thinking about running my hands up her legs as I kneel down in front of her, pushing the fabric over her hip and holding it there as I spread her open for my tongue—

My cock throbs warningly, pulling me out of the brief fantasy. I can feel myself getting harder, wanting her, and I see Elena’s gaze flick down to my lap as her lips quirk up on the edges with a smile.

“You know—” she says softly to the woman, almost as an aside, “I think I want to show my boyfriend the purple one again. But you’re so busy—I think he can help me get in and out of the dresses. Would that be alright?”

Oh fuck, Elena, what are you doing?

I know she’s up to something. I’m fairly sure that the woman does, too, from the way she hesitates. I don’t know if I’m hoping that she figures out what I suspect Elena is doing or not—on the one hand, my aching cock is desperate for relief, and I have a number of ideas about what Elena might be thinking.

On the other—it’s yet another distraction I don’t need. I can’t protect her if I’m in a dressing room, caught up in her instead of watching our backs.

“We’re planning on getting at least two of the dresses,” Elena continues, smiling pleasantly at the woman. “I just need his help deciding which ones.”

I should say something—tell the woman that I already know which ones I like best, tell Elena that we’re in a hurry—any number of things to keep this from heading in the direction that I can see it going. But I feel tongue-tied—something that doesn’t happen to me often.

Elena has a way of putting me off-kilter.

“Of course,” the woman says, before I can pull myself together. “Just bring your choices up front, and we’ll get you all settled.”

She disappears around the corner, and Elena turns to me, her mouth turned up in an anticipatory smirk. “Are you going to help me come unzip this dress?”

“Elena—”

She steps towards me, the black silk swishing around her long, perfect legs as she reaches for my hand. “You know,” Elena says softly, “you say my name like that all the time. There’s always a warning in it, like I’m about to get in trouble.”

She tugs me up to my feet, and I know I could resist. Ishouldresist. But for a girl who was a virgin not all that long ago, she’s getting remarkably good at seduction.

Or maybe she’s just good at seducingme.

“So if I’m being such a bad girl,” she murmurs, moving closer as I stand up, “then I shouldreallybe bad, don’t you think?”

“I think we should buy what we need and go.” The words don’t come out as convincingly as I mean for them to, with Elena so close. “Do you really need help with your zipper?”

“Of course I do.” Her hand is wrapped around mine, tugging me towards the dressing room. I’m not sure how many other people are back here—I’ve seen a few customers come in and out while Elena was trying on the dresses. I’m sure it’s unlikely they’d be pleased if they knew I was in one of the rooms. But Elena is already tugging me towards the curtain, and I end up behind it with her in the small, closed room before I have a chance to stop her. “Before that, though—”

She steps towards me, backing me up against the wall as I reach for her arms. “Elena, we shouldn’t be doing this—”

“I could tell you were getting turned on out there.” Her voice is soft as she leans up, brushing her lips over my jaw as her hand slides against my thigh. “You looked like you needed some help with that.”

Her hand brushes over my still-hard cock, and it twitches against her palm as I bite back a groan.

“I don’t think it would be verygoodof me to let you leave here like this,” she murmurs near my ear, and I feel my self-control, which seems to get more and more fragile with every day that I spend with her, fray that much more.

Elena is beautiful. Sexy. Shewantsme. And right now, she’s rubbing my dick over my jeans, trying to convince me to let her get me off in a dressing room in a very expensive store.

It’s hot as hell, and I’m having a very hard time telling her no.

Especially when she sinks down to her knees on the gleaming wooden floor and her fingers start to tug my zipper down.

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