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“That I can’t spend all my time savoring it.”
I giggled headily. “I think it’s a shame I can’t spend my days eating you out, too,” I teased.
“I mean, I won’t be the one to stop you,” she joked, climbing on top of me. Her thighs braced on either side of my hips, my fingers at her waist. “In fact, I’d love for you to play me like one of your instruments.”
I devolved into a mess of giggles and buried my face in the crook of her neck.
“You’re so cheesy, oh my God.” I chuckled.
She shrugged, her frown brimming with mischief. “I find it works to my advantage.”
I unbuttoned her jeans and slid the zipper down. “Hm, mine as well,” I said, capturing her lips as my fingers slid into her underwear.
Her breath caught in her throat, her body locking up at the first brush of my fingertips over her.
Her hands fluttered over my torso, her palms hot through the thin fabric of my dress, her fingers searching for something to hold onto.
I kissed my way to her jaw, suckling gently on the heat of her neck, right above her pulse point. Her breaths turned soft, her hips bucking into the palm of my hand, begging me for more.
“You’re stunning,” I murmured, the tip of my middle finger pressed against her entrance. “But someone might walk in and interrupt us.”
Her laughter left her in a breathless rush, her fingers curled into my shoulders. “And yet,” she gasped, “you show no signs of taking your hand out of my pants.”
I smirked. “I don’t mind.” I chuckled. “It’s a slow day, and I don’t have any lessons. Unless we get the rare straggler we’ve got the whole place to ourselves.”
“Such dirty talk.”
I threw my head back with a full-bellied laugh. “The only dirty thing here is how wet you’re getting while I’m talking about maybe getting caught fucking you.”
“Guilty,” she murmured, her lips searing against mine.
I sighed into her, finally pushing my finger in to the knuckle. Her body shattered around me, her shivers delicious on my tongue.
There was something so disarming about Hayden’s pleasure.
Something intoxicating in the undulation of her hips, rocking forward over my hand and pushing down, down, down.
My lips latched onto the side of her neck, my fingers slick where they slid between her folds, dipping into her wet heat and out again, forcing her breaths to hitch.
“Those fingers really are something,” she moaned quietly, her hands knotting in the curls at the nape of my neck. “But there’s something you need to do for me.”
I squinted up at her, confusion blanketing my senses. She wrapped a hand around my wrist and slowly pulled my hand away.
“What are you doing?” I asked, following her when she pulled me to my feet.
“You’re wearing such a pretty dress,” she said, her eyes dragging down my body appreciatively. “And since we have the store to ourselves…”
She walked me over to the checkout counter, slipping behind me. Her touch was a brand on my body, her hands burning on my waist and down over my hips. She kissed my neck, her teeth catching here and there and driving me further into delirium.
“What do you have in mind?” I murmured, my eyes already closed, lost in the heat of her touch.
She flattened a hand on the middle of my back and pushed me forward until my upper body lay flat on the counter.
Her fingernails raked up the backs of my thighs, and I ached inside at the promise in her chuckle. It rippled down my spine, settling in my gut.
“A little game,” she whispered, flipping the hem of my dress over my hips. She palmed at the flesh of my thighs, at my ass, her thumbs hooked under the lace of my underwear.
“Are there rules?” I gasped, my thighs threatening to close around her wrist as she thumbed over my clit.
