Come Hot (Club Silken #2) - Jerrie Alexander Page 0,42
the door closed before I hear footsteps too heavy to be hers. He and Angela start talking about dresses, shoes, stockings, and thongs. I relax and get into the spirit.
It doesn’t surprise me when Angela opens the door and comes in with the clothes. She’d shocked Morgan by coming in and dressing her. Not me, I’m determined to roll with the changes happening in my life. Even the ones that scare the crap out of me.
Almost an hour and a half later, I’ve tried the skimpiest, sexiest dresses on in my life. Angela smuggles a stunning, barely-there nightie so I can surprise Nick when he isn’t expecting it. The last dress I try on almost brings Nick out of his chair. It’s made of jet black mesh material and small, tightly woven, lace strips that cover my nipples and pussy. It reminds me of the one Cher wore a few years ago.
Nick hands Angela a credit card and buys everything I’ve tried on.
“It will take me a few minutes to package each outfit appropriately. Kayla, if you’ll slip that off, I’ll start putting them together. You two relax and have a glass of champagne.”
It takes less than a minute to slide the slip of material off and hand it out to her. I reach for my panties, but Nick opens the dressing room door and comes inside.
“You won’t need those for a few minutes.” He drops to his knees, pulls one of my legs over his shoulder, and separates my folds. “Fuck, look at you, all pink and wet, and smelling so good.”
“Oh, God,” I moan in surprise and delight. I put one hand on the wall to steady myself. “Nick, the door doesn’t lock.”
“Hmm.” His tongue is firm when he strokes me from back to front and then sinks into my vagina, licking and drinking my juices.
“Nick,” his name rolls from my chest as I arch into his face.
He lifts his head, eyes rising to my face. “You don’t want me to buy one of those ball gags, do you?” His lips pull my sensitive clit into his mouth and two fingers drive deep inside me. “Come for me,” he mumbles.
He reaches that spot inside me where the pleasure builds with each stroke. Nick’s ruthless pounding in and out demands my orgasm. I forget about trying to stabilize myself and wrap both hands around his head and ride his tongue until I fly over the edge. My legs tremble and I feel his hand covering my mouth as I call out his name.
Nicks stands, lets my leg slide to the floor, and wraps his arms around me. “I’ll never get tired of doing that. You’re not only responsive as hell, but you also taste delicious.” He wipes his face then kisses me. “Tell me that doesn’t taste good.”
“It tastes like you and me.” I grab my panties, slip them on, and then open the door. “Go. Pretend you’ve been looking around.”
He chuckles. “You think we’re the first couple to have had sex in one of her dressing rooms?”
I put on my bra then finish dressing. He’s leaning against the wall watching me. I turn to face the mirror, repair my hair, and walk to the door. I’m trying not to smile but give in. “Excuse me, Sir. I’m ready to go.”
Angela’s on the phone when we reach the cash register. She hangs up, gives Nick his credit card, and expertly pretends she didn’t hear a thing.
We thank her and Nick grabs the large bags and I take the hanging clothes.
As we get in the car and Nick takes off, I replay a comment Nick made. I’m not sure I want to know the answer, but I have to ask the question.
He’s driving out of the parking lot when I turn the radio off. “What’s up? I don’t think you were aware of getting in the car.”
“When you . . .” I can’t say the words.
“No secrets between us, remember? If you have a question, ask it.”
Trust and honesty are what he demands of me. “When you commented that we weren’t the first couple to have sex in the dressing room, were you . . . speaking from experience?” I had to push the last few words out over the lump in my throat. “Wait. Don’t tell me. The past is just that.”
“Look at me, Kayla.” He slows down as we enter the ramp. “No. I’ve never had sex anywhere in that store—or any other.”
The relief I feel rushes tears