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“A…black one?” A suit was a suit, wasn’t it?
I looked over to Grace. She gave me a cute smile. “Could we try on a couple styles, Marco? I’m not sure what we’re looking for yet.”
“Of course. Take whatever you want off the racks. Let me know if you need anything.”
I hustled into the back and settled in the second change room. When Grace returned, she pulled back the curtain with no shame and caught me in only my boxer briefs. “Just come on in.”
“Like I haven’t seen it before.” She thrust pants at me then turned with a flip of her head. I caught the faint smell of strawberry after she was gone.
She left me to dress and I put on the first jacket, one that crossed over itself at the front. When I stepped out, she laughed.
“Exactly the reception I was looking for.”
“Double-breasted isn’t your thing.” She walked up to me, turning me so that I faced the mirror. “What do you think?”
I studied my reflection. There was only one description that came to mind. “I look like a pimp.”
She laughed, pressing her hand to her mouth trying to stifle it. “What?”
“I look like a pimp. I work in porn, for fuck’s sake.”
But despite her distaste for the style of jacket, by the way she was looking at me, I had a feeling pimp wasn’t the word she would use to describe me. I knew that look. I’d seen it the first night in my office, and the second, and now I saw it here in the change room. Our eyes met and something in the air changed. Electricity sparked between us and there was no mistaking that this excursion had taken a sexy detour.
I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be thinking about this. I should be concentrating on work. But when she smoothed her hands over my shoulders, my brain refused to cooperate because the only thing functioning right now was my blood pumping its way to my cock.
Our eyes met in the mirror and she bit her lip. Fuck it. That was the go-ahead.
I twirled her around to face me, but even before she could steady herself she lowered, getting down on her knees in front of me.
I had promised myself no sex. Now here she was on her knees in front of me and I wanted nothing more than for those hands to make their way inside my pants. If I didn’t touch her, that still counted toward my promise, didn’t it?
“You sure you want to do this here?”
“I’m sure you’ve done things a lot more kinky than sex in a change room.” She smirked, her red nail trailing down the length of my erection imprinted on my jeans.
I groaned. “Do you want to compare notes?” I grabbed the shiny strands of her hair, so soft and silky in my hand, and pulled her closer. “Or do you want to suck my cock?”
Heat sparked in her eyes and she wasted zero time advancing on me. Her nimble fingers worked my belt and zipper with precision.
Second thoughts flooded my brain. This is exactly what you didn’t want. Random sex. Haven’t you had enough of that?
“Wait! We promised no sex.”
Not even acknowledging my words, she pulled my cock out of my jeans and boxers. “I don’t remember making any promises.” She huffed between long licks up my shaft. “And this isn’t sex.”
“Semantics.” But I challenged my own argument. Grace wasn’t random. A blow job wasn’t really sex—of the penetration persuasion. And she definitely didn’t care about my vow. Her mouth was already working my shaft, her red lips sliding up and down the full length.
“Grace.” I couldn’t look away. Those lips. That tongue. “I can’t have…goddamn.” I fisted my hand and punched into the wall, holding myself up as I buckled over from pleasure.
She didn’t respond. She just kept sucking, moaning around my shaft, sending zings of pleasure shooting through my body.
“You love doing this, don’t you?” She wanted to do it, so who was I to deny her what she wanted? “You want my cock so bad you’re willing to get on your knees for it.” Right now I’d tell myself anything to quiet the voices of guilt and shame.
But it didn’t work.
Why was she here? Why was she doing this? Not just sucking my cock, but helping me buy a suit and prepare for one of the most intimidating things I’d ever agreed to do.
She pulled off, sucking in a huge breath. “I want it.” Her hot breath was magic on my shaft. “I need it.”
