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She wants this. Her heart is racing not because she wants to fight but because she wants to fuck. She wants to come, and she knows I can make that happen. Probably better than anyone ever has.
This is a first for me, taking a woman against a wall in a dressing room. I can’t pretend public play is something I’m familiar with. No matter what I’ve told Winter, I don’t make a habit of getting my name in the tabloids. I have to be careful.
She makes me want to throw caution to the wind. And damn, the hint of danger really does heat things up. We could be discovered at any time—I locked the door, but one of the staff could unlock it if they thought it was necessary. By the time my fingers probe Winter’s hot pussy and come back nearly dripping wet, I’m so hard it hurts.
“You’re soaked.” She lowers her gaze, embarrassed, but her eyes meet mine again when I give her pussy a sharp little slap. “Naughty girl. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you like this.”
“Please…”
“Shh…” I warn when she whimpers, helpless to hide her excitement. “Don’t want to get caught.”
I could cry with relief once I drag my head between her slick lips. I can imagine them glistening and how delicious they’d be under my tongue. She’d writhe the way she was writhing against me now, sawing her hips back and forth like she was possessed, the friction against her clit already enough to make her eyes roll back.
But when I find her entrance and push forward, her body goes still, her sharp gasp ringing in my ears. I go still, too, almost afraid I hurt her.
I only possess so much self-control, and oh fuck, she’s tight. I work my way out an inch or two before working back in again, fighting the impulse to come all at once. To fill her with my seed, mark her as mine, claim her forever. To set the rules, once and for all.
Instead, I wait for her to relax a little rather than giving her greedy pussy what it clearly craves. Now it’s easier to move, and I do, moving her along with me. She slides up and down the wall with every deep stroke, her arms around my shoulders, legs wrapped around my hips.
“If I didn’t know better,” I whisper, my mouth nearly touching hers, “I’d think you wanted this all along.” She closes her eyes and turns her face away, so I settle for running my lips and tongue over her throat.
Let her pretend all she wants. Every thrust undoes her will a little more, bringing her a little closer to me, to where I need her to be. I know her resolve is about to shatter, and the thought leaves me pounding her pussy until she buries her face in my neck and moans.
The sound, the tightening of her tunnel, the danger we’re in—it all comes together and leaves me barely hanging on by a thread, holding on only for her sake, wanting her to come with me. And she’s so fucking close, practically snapping my cock off as she approaches the inevitable.
I’m close to grunting in pain when she tightens unbearably, then coats my cock and balls in a flood of warmth that sends me over the edge. A few deep, hard thrusts and I’m gone, lost in the sweet rush of release.
For a single, breathless moment, there’s nothing in the world but the two of us. The rest of the world? What does it matter? I wouldn’t care if we did get caught, wrapped up in each other, both of us grunting and panting like animals as we come down from the dizzying height of pleasure.
I knew it would be good. I didn’t know it would be this good.
Slowly, reluctantly, I pull out. The thought that she might become pregnant from this is a thrill I couldn’t have predicted. My chest swells in pride at the very idea. Talk about the ultimate claim.
“Now. Let’s get your things together, pay, and get out of here.” No, she didn’t try on a single thing, but what’s the difference? It’s not like I can’t afford to buy more. “Will you be a good girl and cooperate?”
“Yes.” She pulls up her jeans, buttons them, then checks out her flushed, rumpled reflection in the mirror. Mine, all mine. I’m already looking forward to taking her again. This time, I’ll have her suck me first. The idea makes me smile—and my smile widens when I catch her checking me out in the mirror.
“Are you ready?”
“Mm-hmm.” She won’t look me in the eye. Because I’ve fucked her into submission or because she’s ashamed over drenching my dick like she did? As long as I live, I’ll carry with me the memory of making her fall to pieces in spite of herself.
“Try not to look so guilty,” I murmur before peering out, the door open a crack. The coast is clear. “Okay. Let’s go.”
She’s like a different person.
Nobody looking at her now would know what I know, that my cum is leaking from her pussy even as our purchases are rung up. That I’ve claimed her, finally. Fully.
There’s something more, something I doubt Winter would admit under threat of death. It’s no less true, though, for all her denial.
She loved every second of it.
7
WINTER
As soon as we're back at the house, I take my bags and head upstairs without saying a word to Warren. I don't know what to say, anyway. It's like he can't help but come up with new ways to make me question myself.
“Dinner is at seven thirty,” he calls after me. You’d never know what he just did. I don’t even get an apology.
