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We parked the car at his apartment and walked the short distance to Magnificent Mile. I was no stranger to nice things – despite Bill’s aversion to spending money, I’d had my own savings account, and I’d always been one to choose quality over quantity – but for some reason, I felt nervous and out of place. It was a lot to take in, this new life. I learned quickly that if I didn’t follow David into a store, he would leave me out on the sidewalk. It wasn’t that I didn’t love to shop, but I was uncomfortable spending someone else’s money. He insisted on it though, threatening to give the salesgirls free rein if I didn’t participate.
By the third store, a medium-sized boutique with collections by various high-end designers, I’d begun to loosen up and picked out a few things on my own.
“We’re looking for a new wardrobe,” David told the salesgirl.
“David,” I interrupted, gaping. “We’re only supposed to be getting a few things for work.”
“Oh, right . . . . Bring the wardrobe, though,” he instructed her.
She smiled at him brightly, no doubt thrilled to be in the presence of such an extremely handsome man who had practically just handed her his credit card.
“What size are you?” she asked.
“I’m probably a zero right now – ”
“But we’re aiming for two or higher.” He rubbed my back.
“Higher?” I grumbled.
“You’re tall. Don’t need to be a two.”
I pursed my lips at him and restrained from rolling my eyes.
“We can come back when that happens,” he told the salesgirl, who seemed confused but smiled even bigger.
“Maybe we should wait – ”
“These can go in a fitting room,” David interrupted me, handing her what I’d already chosen, “and pull whatever else is similar.”
“Yes, sir. Champagne while you shop?”
“Of course.”
I smiled. “Now we really are Edward and Vivian, but that puts me on the verge of prostitute territory.”
“We haven’t even slept together yet,” he pointed out with a scowl. “As a couple, anyway.”
“So you’re not doing this to get in my pants?”
“Hmm,” he moaned softly, and his arms found their way around my waist. His hands ran down my back and over the seat of my jeans before pulling my hips against him. He kissed me chastely on the cheek and then a little less chastely along my jaw. “That would certainly be a perk,” he whispered in my ear. “I want to take you in my bed tonight like the first time.”
“Why wait?” I asked, aroused just by his breath on my skin.
“You’re all set, if you want to follow me.” The salesgirl’s voice cut into our moment. She directed me into a full dressing room and David to a chair just outside. I stripped down quickly.
“Come out,” he instructed.
“Okay, but I’m not dressed yet.”
“Olivia, there are other men in this store,” he reproved, and I laughed silently. “Come out when you’re ready,” he amended.
“Do you really want to see? It’s boring work stuff.” It wasn’t at all – the pieces she’d picked were so beautiful, they could pass as art. Fine wool, silk, lace, chiffon – to me it was heaven, but to a guy, I knew – it was boring work stuff.
“I want to see everything,” he called.
“All right,” I agreed. I dressed myself in a red, long-sleeved silk blouse with delicate gold buttons and two hanging pieces at the neck that I tied into a bow. I smoothed my hands over a fitted, navy wool skirt that came just to the tops of my knees.
When I came out of the room, David leaned his elbows on his knees. “Damn. Sexy.”
I laughed nervously. Sexy in work attire? That’s a first.
“Come here,” he said. I sat in his lap, and he leaned me back against one arm. His other hand slid over the skirt gently. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you for months, you just reminded me.”
“What’s that, handsome?” I asked, shifting suggestively on his lap.
He groaned softly. “Remember the night you were attacked in the alley, I brought you to my apartment and you stayed in my guest room. I said you looked exquisite in my t-shirt and boxers, and you laughed because you didn’t believe me. I promised that one day I would tell you exactly how exquisite you looked.”
I bit my lip and nodded, remembering the moment perfectly. I’d wanted nothing more than for him to leap across the bed and devour me whole.
“Up until then, I’d never seen anything sexier,” he said, running his nose along mine. His hand slid down to my knee and barely up the hem of my skirt. “I wanted to fuck you so bad, I would’ve done almost anything in that moment.”
My breathing increased as I became instantly aware of the ache between my legs. He was noticeably excited underneath my thigh, and it was stirring up all kinds of wayward thoughts.
“Go on,” he said, urging me up. “Try something else.”
I stood slowly, letting the blood recirculate through my body. Back behind the door, I stripped down to my undergarments and then, when an idea occurred to me, stripped all the way. I took out my new phone, located the only number I had stored, tousled my hair a bit, pinched my cheeks and took a photo in the mirror.
I hit ‘Send’ and turned my attention back to what I’d try next. It wasn’t long before I heard David moving. The door opened a sliver and he slipped in, raking his eyes over my naked body. He held a finger over his mouth and took two large strides toward me.
“Hands behind your back,” he said quietly, and I complied. He took my chin in his hand. My heart raced, and I felt a pull deep inside as his stare burned above me. “Open,” he whispered,
squeezing my jaw. He stuck his finger in my mouth. “Suck.”
I ran my tongue over him, looking up from under my lashes. I sucked tentatively at first and then harder. He moaned loudly, so I reached out to touch his erection through his pants.
He grabbed my hand and replaced it behind me. “No.” He removed his finger and reached between my legs, sliding it in with agonizing slowness. I rolled my lips together and breathed heavily through my nose as he fingered me. One finger turned into two. He explored me gently from the inside, massaging me with an expert touch. His other hand found my breast, rolling and pinching my nipple so that I moaned into the sting. When his palm pressed against my clit, I writhed into it, my hands wringing behind my back.
He slipped a hand under my hair and held my neck. “Don’t squirm,” he warned softly.
His gaze grew darker, more penetrating as he finger-fucked me faster. His complete, undivided attention was unnerving, and I wanted to look away, but he held me in place. The overly bright fluorescent lights flooded the room, sharpening my vision so things began to feel surreal. My mouth fell open, and I gasped for air as my orgasm threatened.
“Fuck me,” I implored, and he shook his head as he pushed his fingers deeper. My head jerked back, but he continued to hold me upright, seeking out my eyes with his. Come, he mouthed at me.
“How are the sizes working out?” I heard from somewhere far away.
David’s eyes bored into me with his palm still firmly against me. “Answer her,” he demanded in a whisper.
I reached out to grab his arms as the orgasm crested. “Fine,” I called.
She said something else, but my ears were ringing as I was hit with waves of pleasure. “Fine,” I repeated, squeezing David’s biceps and thrashing against his hand. The world spun around me, and I could only cling to David to keep me centered.
As I came down, I wilted against him, and he held my weight, trailing quick kisses along my jawline until he reached my neck. He removed his fingers from me and wiped them on his jeans, laughing silently.
What? I mouthed as I tried to control my breathing, still gripping his one arm for fear that my legs would give out.
“She asked if she could get you anything else. You said ‘Fine.’”
