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She turns to a rack and starts sorting through clothes.
“You never sent me the info on him, you know?”
She pulls off a hanger and examines a shirt. “The videographer? I told you Ed vouched for him. Besides, I like him. He’s got some really good ideas I’m excited to try out.”
I sigh. “You’re making it really hard to do my job, Autumn.”
She replaces the shirt and closes the distance between us, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her body fully against mine. She goes up on her tiptoes and trails small kisses along my jaw until her lips are close to my ear.
“Right now your job is to look like a smitten boyfriend. Now kiss me like you mean it.” She leans back just enough for our mouths to align and waits.
I want to tell her that every time I kiss her I mean it. Instead, I show her.
Our tongues tangle in a sensual dance - unhurried and sultry. I let the kiss tell her everything I can’t. That no role-playing scenario we put ourselves in will ever take away the fact that this is real between us.
Though I have no desire to, I slowly end the kiss. Her brown eyes are almost as dark as her pupils, and her lips shiny from my kiss. It takes every single piece of my willpower not to crush her lips to mine again, this time in a hard, consuming kiss that claims her as mine.
The corner of her mouth lifts before she darts her tongue out and wets her lips, tasting my kiss all over again. I stifle a groan.
“Now I’m going to go try on clothes and you’re going to keep that,I’m ready to throw you on the floor and fuck you, expression on your face the whole time.” She throws me a smirk before turning away and heading toward the dressing rooms.
She and Felicity work together to get several outfits assembled. She tries on several leather skirt combinations that are so incredibly sexy on her I actually moan when I see her. She tries on a nude sequined dress that’s sheer enough that I can see the outline of her nipples. I have to ball my hands into fists to not get up and tear every piece of clothing she tries on off her. They’re all perfect.
“Okay, I have one more.” She gives me a saucy grin before she walks back into her dressing room.
I’m going to lose it. Felicity’s presence in and out of the dressing room is the only thing that’s kept me from grabbing Autumn and fucking her brains out. Though the woman seems to have disappeared, and I really need her to come back. I’m pretty sure I know Autumn well enough by now that she’s saved the best for last, which will probably mean the skimpiest and sexiest.
Unable to sit still anymore, I stand and start pacing the small area in front of the dressing rooms. I swipe at my forehead and find a light sheen of sweat. The woman has me sweating.
I hear the swish of the dressing room curtain and turn to see Autumn wearing a skin-tight black leather cat suit with a belt looped at an angle where a weapon could be held over her hips. She’s the embodiment of the femme-fatale superhero.
Fuck. Me.
She walks toward me, those gorgeous hips swaying seductively. She stops in front of me and runs a finger down my chest, stopping right above the button of my jeans.
“Hello, big guy,” she says with a Russian accent and just like that I’m hard.
Her hand continues down until it’s cupping my cock. “What are you doing?”
“Conducting a body search. I can’t have you concealing any weapons.” She leans in and squeezes my dick. “Though this feels awfully dangerous. I might have to take it out for inspection.”
I groan and thrust into her hand before I can think twice. I’m so damn turned on I might black out.
“Autumn…”
“I’m not Autumn. I’m a Russian spy and I’m ready to play.” A wicked gleam fills her eyes. “Play with me?”
A growl leaves my throat as my hand goes to the base of her head and I fist her hair in my hand. “Felicity is right around the corner.”
“No, she’s not. I disposed of her,” she says with a dismissal wave of her hand, perfectly in character. I fucking love it.
She flicks the button loose on my jeans and unzips me before slipping her hand into the band of my boxer briefs and touching my cock with her bare hands.
“Autumn.” I give a little tug of her hair.
She grips my cock tightly and with her other hand she suddenly has a knife at my neck. By the feel of it I can tell it’s real, though she has the blunt edge against my skin. Before I can fully comprehend how it got there, she presses the knife more strongly against my throat. “I’m not Autumn.”
She releases some of the pressure on the knife and slowly moves it up and down, almost in a caress. And damn if it doesn’t turn me on.
