“Just a little peek,” I pout as I slip open another button on my shirt. “Who would’ve thought getting you out of your pants would be so hard.”
His mouth pinches in one corner, yet he reaches for his belt. Meanwhile, I unfasten the rest of the buttons until my shirt lies open at my sides. I glance down, my insides contracting powerfully at the sight. The sides of his pants are folded wide, his thick cock exposed, his hand wrapped around the root.
More than I bargained for, sure. But I amnotdisappointed.
“This is as far as I’m going,” he says. “I can’t believe we’re about to risk arrest for the second time.”
“It’s at least the third time. Besides, no one will see.”
He bats my hand away, making me realize I’d reached out.
“No touching,” he commands. “It’s my turn to affirm my love language.” He steps a little closer. The space is already limited, but when I hold my hand out, it’s not to stop him. “Your tits are amazing,” he says as his hand brushes up the sides of my ribs. Fire spreads across my skin as he takes my breasts between his hands, his thumbs swiping over my nipples, cursing as I echo his movements over the satin head of his cock.I know, I know. But is it any wonder I’m getting sidetracked?
“I’m so obsessed.” His thumbs hook into the fabric of my bra, and my breasts spill out. The heat of his mouth is shocking.
“I allow it,” I whisper shakily at the soft burst of his breath. I close my eyes, desperate for him to take me into his mouth again.
He doesn’t disappoint.
“Words of affirmation, physical touch, quality time, and acts of service. I have so many plans for your breasts.”
“I’m not sure how you’ll manage all that.” I swipe my thumb over his silken crown, making him groan.
“By fucking them. Coming all over them.” His words pound inside me in the sweetest of percussions, even as I reply. Though what I’m saying is anyone’s guess.
“That’s”—deliciously graphic—“specific,” I finish. I try to hang on to my wits as he unpicks them one by one, his tongue circling my nipples in shiver-inducing circles.
“Can I?” His voice is low and rough. I lick my lips, but before I can answer, he ups the ante a little more. “In the park in your T-shirt and your navy dress in the evening breeze. When I can see the shape of your nipples, it drives me to fucking distraction.”
His words, the picture he paints. I can’t help but see it too. I try to hang on to my plans, but it’s almost an impossibility.
“All I can think about is getting my mouth on them,” he whispers into my ear, “sucking them until they’re glossy and pink. I think of how good you’d look with my cock wedged between your fabulous tits.” Hot breath, hotter words, as his fingers coax and tease, making me leak more than brain fluid.
“Oh, God.”My body jolts. No, it’s not possible. I’m not about to orgasm from a little aural and some boob action! Yet my spine bows from the door as my insides pulse emptily. I roll my lips inward to contain my pleasure when from beyond the door, there comes a rattle of metal coat hangers and a weary-sounding huff.
“Here, John,” a woman mutters. “I found you a forty-inch waist. You might as well take them in with you.”
John’s response is unintelligible, though it’s in the tone of one who is long suffering. Not that I’m paying attention as Oliver covers my mouth with his. He pushes my hand from his cock to wedge his thick thigh between my legs. The door begins to rattle at my back as I burst from my skin. Oh, my good Lord.I am a deviant,I think as I pulse and twist, as I come apart before the backdrop of a mild domestic argument. In a thrift store!
As I sink back into my skin, every inch of me seems to tingle.
“You know how I love you,” Oliver whispers, kissing his way across my jaw.
“When you’re so cruel?” My whine sounds a little hoarse.
“Inspired by it, more like.”
“You play dirty.”
“Says the woman who just got off in a charity shop.”
Urgh. That sounds so bad. I push his body from mine.I’ll show you embarrassment.
“What are you doing?” he asks as I yank his pants to his knees. He chuckles out my name as I slip my hand around his heel and lift. Unbalanced now, he slams his palms against opposite wallsto stop himself from falling. “You really are determined to get my pants off, aren’t you, darling?”
“Yep.” I flip off his other shoe and tug his pants clean off. Meanwhile, Oliver can’t seem to do much for laughing. I scramble for my purse then thrust the mystery hanger at him.
His hands clutch the leather to his chest, and he stares at me as though I might’ve lost my mind. “What the—”
