Chapter 90

“Take off your clothes,” Charles ordered.I started to yank my clothing off, but he shook his head with a little growl.

“Nice and slow. I want a show.”

I carefully slid my skirt down, pinching my fingers inside the waist and sliding it along my thighs. There wasn’t a ton of room in there, but he managed to press himself back far enough so that I had room to give him a show.I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and slipped that off, as well. I reached for my bra, but Charles shook his head again. He held out one of the dresses, a skimpy little thing that was just barely acceptable as a cocktail dress and definitely not appropriate for some locations.

“Put this on.”

“But I thought you wanted—”

He held a finger to his lips, shaking his head, his eyes glinting.I slipped the dress on over my head and took a look at myself in the mirror. I looked killer.

While I was admiring the front view, he stepped up behind me, sliding his hands from my breasts all the way down the front of me.

“You look amazing,” he whispered.

He pressed against my back, and I could feel that he was hard and ready to try again. Much like on the bed that morning, I pressed my hips back into his. He lifted the back of the skirt and ran his fingers along the edges of my underwear, pulling them off to the side.

This time, he didn’t waste time with his fingers. Instead, I felt the warm, smooth tip of his penis rub along the soft skin of my inner thighs. I parted my legs, and he pushed me to lean against the mirror.

“That’s right,” he said. “Enjoy yourself.”

He stepped up behind me, guiding his tip along the entire length of my slit, gliding along the wetness that greeted him. I was so ready for this. My breath huffed, clouding the mirror.

The saleswoman knocked. “Do you have everything you need?” she asked.

“We’re good,” Charles answered brusquely. “I’ll push the buzzer if we need anything else.”

“As you wish,” the girl said.

Before her footsteps had even gone away, he thrust up inside me with all of the pent-up urgency that the constant interruptions today had conjured. I gasped at the raw pleasure. I’d been so turned on and unsatisfied that I nearly ached for his touch.

I reached behind me, gripping at his pants, pulling him closer and willing him deeper. Beneath my hands, his thighs clenched with each powerful thrust up inside me. His next plunge thumped me against the mirror. He smoothly pulled me back away from it so that we were standing in the middle of the cubicle where we wouldn’t be making that sort of noise.

His movements inside me and the motions of his fingertips along my clit sent moans from deep within me.

Charles clapped a hand over my mouth, whispering in my ears, “You don’t want us to get caught, do you?”

I shook my head and bit my lips, trying to keep back the moans of pleasure.

“Good,” he breathed. “I need to come.”

A pulse of longing shot through my lady parts. I needed to come, too. It was sheer desperation at this point.

Thankfully, being in the public setting heightened every single sensation. I tingled with anticipation and the risky naughtiness of it all. I felt every inch of the glide in and the pull back out as the soft shaft of his skin ran along the inside of my body.

He took the hand from my mouth. While one hand continued to rub my clit in time with his thrusts, the other moved to squeeze my nipple, kneading with firm yet gentle pressure.

This sent me over the edge. Heat burst between my legs, sending ripples of intense pleasure through my body. My knees shook, and my heart raced.

To keep quiet, I bit down on my lip and dug my fingers into Charles’ thighs. The moment my grip tightened with my orgasm, he thrust frantically, burying his entire length in my body, shuddering with his own release. His hips spasmed into mine as his body drained his seed deep within me.

He slid out, letting my underwear snap back into place and straightening the skirt of the borrowed dress. Then he stepped back and admired me while he tucked his pieces away.

“I have to say,” he commented. “I really like that dress. Hopefully, whoever buys it has as much fun in it as we did.”

I laughed. “You make it sound like you were in the dress, too.”

“With a degree of separation, I was,” he replied with a twinkle in his eye. “You were in the dress, and I was in you. Ergo…”

I laughed even harder. “Who outside old British Literature says ‘ergo’?”

The last waves of the orgasm were wearing off, leaving me relaxed, satisfied, and happy like I hadn’t been in quite a while. For two weeks, the only sex we’d had had been silent quickies late at night in the apartment. I was positive those damned security guards knew every time and the duration of each sexual encounter.

The tension had finally broken in a way I never would have expected. If I’d told myself even a few weeks ago that not only would I consent to public sex but that I’d get a thrill out of it, the me of the past would have laughed. Yet, here I was, tidying up a freshly violated dressing room in an up-scale store. Who was I?

Charles and I emerged from our hidden spot feeling refreshed and remarkably free. The women were still attending Willamina, so Charles grabbed my wrist, and we made a mad dash for the exterior door.

Back on the street, Charles drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I feel like a whole new man.”

“Clearly, ditching the security guards has left me a bit giddy,” I said. “That was by far the riskiest thing I’ve ever done. Not to mention the only illegal thing.”

Charles wrapped his arm around my waist. “If all criminal activity felt that good, I’d be a career criminal.” He tugged me backward. “Want to go commit another crime?”

I giggled. “My legs are still shaking from this crime. But I won’t say no to ditching the guards more often.”

“Done,” he agreed.

The two of us wandered through the city hand in hand. Observing Lupinton, now that I wasn’t sexually frustrated or frustrated with my security, the city was cast in a whole different light. People went about their business with purpose, if not with smiles. Rather than fake rainbows and sunshine, I saw efficiency and dedication.

“Charles?” I asked. “Do you think maybe things in the city looked bad because we were in a bad mood?”

He paused, scanning the sidewalk and shops around us. “It’s certainly possible,” he agreed.

We walked further, and I paused in front of a baby supply store. I paused to look at all of the tiny, adorable clothing in the window. To think that anything could be so small and cute. And these clothes didn’t even have children in them.

Warm arms wrapped around me from behind, and Charles kissed my neck. “Do you like babies?” he asked.“What are you suggesting?” I asked.

He chuckled and kissed my neck again. “Well, we just practiced making one. We could always try it for real.” His words were teasing but not sarcastic enough for me to completely blow off.

I stepped, twisting out of his embrace, and eyed him. “You know, I’ve never asked, do you want kids?”

He got a thoughtful expression on his face. “I’ve always assumed I’d have them, eventually. I never really thought seriously about with who, or how many, or when. But does that mean yes, I guess?

“I think that’s probably a yes,” I agreed. “That’s kind of the way I thought of kids. I hadn’t really decided for sure when, or with whom, or how many I was going to have. But I always imagined that I would have them.”

I nibbled my lip. “Has any of that changed?”

“How do you mean?” Charles asked. A sly smile slid across his face. “Oh, are you fishing to see if I think I would want to have children with you?”

“Are you hoping I would want to have children with you?” I shook my head. This conversation could go round and round for a long time.I looked up and locked gazes with him, staring into his blue eyes. In them, I could see his love for me, mirroring my own for him. We might be teasing at the moment, but we definitely needed to have some serious conversations soon.