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This man owned me. I would do anything, be anything for him.
“I want you to watch us in the mirror,” he purred. Then proceeded to drive me insane by rubbing the soft wool of his trousers against my primed body. In the mirror, the woman I had become stared back at me. Eyes heavy-lidded, cheekbones rosy, hair a curtain of dark silk around pale shoulders. Completely wanton. My lips parted as he pushed his thumb inside my mouth, withdrew it and found my clit. I bit my bottom lip to stifle a moan. Pushing back against him, I heard a sharp intake of breath; he was just as affected as I was.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” he murmured. “I’m going to fuck you hard, baby.”
Yes! Yes! I begged silently, shocking myself once again. I couldn’t believe how erotic it was, seeing him standing in the dressing room with his legs spread apart, bent over me––all that testosterone crowded into that small feminine space.
He unzipped his pants and his sex sprang free, jutting up provokingly towards his stomach. As he rolled on a condom, our eyes locked in the mirror. Pure love stared back at me, the connection so profound I was on the verge of tears. I knew then that I could never leave him––even if it cost me everything.
He entered me slowly. His long lashes fluttered as he pushed in all the way. I loved watching him, loved seeing that unguarded look of unbelievable relief growing on his face when he was fully fitted inside of me. His head dropped, his forehead resting between my shoulder blades. “How much do you want me?” His voice was raw and needy, with a pronounced rasp.
“More than anything…ever,” I answered truthfully, way past the ability to guard my thoughts.
Pressing his fingers into newfound softness, he gripped me tightly and began pumping his hips. Momentum built quickly, sharply surging before crashing. He pinched my nipple and a lush orgasm hit me. I caught only every other word of praise and encouragement whispered in my ear. A few muffled curses followed and then he exploded into my yielding body.
I don’t even know how we managed to get dressed and not stumble out of the small dressing room. But as always, he seemed much more in command of himself than I was. Naturally, I was embarrassed beyond anything. Adding to my mortification, Sebastian was wearing an indecent grin on his face. And I could have sworn I heard him whistling at one point. The manager wouldn’t look at me when Sebastian handed her his black Amex.
Outside the store, I stood with my arms crossed while he carried armloads of garment bags to the car. “A little subtlety wouldn’t kill you,” I said, narrowing my eyes.
There was a brief quirk of his lips. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“That ridiculously smug look on your arrogant face.”
Gideon took the bags from him and loaded them in the trunk. When he turned to face me, I noticed the mischief in Sebastian’s expression had changed into something softer.
“I’m happy––” he said quietly, “let me enjoy it, please… let me enjoy you,” and dropped a sweet peck on my swollen lips.
My fit of pique quelled instantly. He sliced me open with a couple of words and he didn’t even know that he was doing it.
I love you, please be happy. I want you to be happy. My heart sang while my lips stayed silent. I nodded and kissed him back.
We stopped by Chanel and Lavin before heading home. After the workout I had gotten in Akris, I was too spent to argue when he started pointing at items and looking at me for approval or rejection. Yes, to the tiny quilted handbag in black and one in a larger size in nude at Chanel. Yes, to a couple of pairs of flats in different colors at Lanvin. Who knew shopping could be so exhausting. In the end, I begged him to stop––unbelievable but true.
We drove home without uttering a word. I crawled onto his lap and tucked my face into the curve of his neck, inhaling the comforting scent of him while he stroked my back. A small, satisfied smile played on his lips as he stared out the window. The weight of my stare drew his attention.
“I love you,” I mouthed.
“I love you more.”
Wrapped in each other’s arms, we fell asleep quickly that night. All was right in the world for once. The moment unmarred by reason, regret or worse yet––reality. But it wouldn’t last long. A ribbon of grey, pink and orange marked the horizon. A storm was brewing and neither one us noticed, too blinded by love to see it coming.
* * *
The next day Charlotte and I tackled polishing the silver flatware. No small task. We sat at the kitchen counter with what seemed like thousands of pounds of silver.
