“The silk is caught, and I don’t want to tear it.” Her blues lock onto me. “Do you think you can get it?”
Nodding, I turn her away from me, then grasp the zipper clasp, my fingers brushing her spine. Goose bumps flare across her skin as I use my other hand to tug gently at the silk. And then, like magic, the zipper releases. I slowly draw it down and the dress gapes, revealing her bare back, waist, and hips.
She glances over her shoulder. Eyes blazing. Chest heaving.
Using just my pointer finger, I slip first one strap off her shoulder, then another. She releases her grip on the dress, and it pools at her feet.
She turns and just like that, Mina Blake is naked before me.
She’s more dazzling than a sunrise over the ocean. More spectacular than a sky full of stars.
I drag my thumb across her lips. She gasps. A sound so full of longing and want that I’m crashing into her. My mouth devouring hers. Tasting her tongue. Her throat. Her neck and shoulders. My hands sweep into that midnight hair, angling her head to better access her sweet as candy lips.
I bow to her, sucking a rose-colored nipple into my mouth, capturing it between my teeth, then suckling away the pain. She moans, deep and low in her throat, and my dick pulses, throbbing with envy.
“Nathan…” Her voice is a whisper, yet wild and wanton. “I don’t… Do you… Should we…”
Lust blazing through me. An unencumbered wildfire. I slide a finger down her belly, between her folds, and press the bundle of nerves that sends her hips bucking against me.
“Quiet now, Mina,” I murmur, my lips grazing her throat, and she freezes.
“I like it when you say my name.”
I press a finger to her lips, then nibble her ear with my teeth. “Mina.”
I slowly lower to my knees, looking up into those beautiful blues. “Mina.”
I hook a leg over my shoulder and lower my face to her, drawing my tongue across her clit. “Mina.”
And then I’m licking and sucking and Mina is writhing and moaning. Her orgasm comes fast and hard, like she’s been waiting for me for days. She tastes like heaven and feels like—
“Ms. Blake?”
I freeze, my mouth hovering over her cleft as Mina covers her mouth with her hand.
Footsteps thump ever closer to the dressing room. “Ms. Blake?”
I jerk my head to the door, my drawn brows screaming, Say something!
“Yes?” Mina’s voice is thin and trembling. I blow lightly on her clit, and she gasps.
“Is everything okay in there?” asks Nora, right on the other side of the door.
I draw my tongue across Mina’s slit.
“Fine!” she whimpers. “Everything is fine.”
“Fine?” I mouth, sliding a finger past her entrance.
“I mean great! I think I found something I really like.” She smiles down at me, her eyes dancing with delighted panic. She’s wild. Undone. I fucking love it.
I smile back. I’ve found something I really like too.
“I just wanted to make sure you didn’t need any assistance. Mr. West seems to have abandoned you.”
“He, uh, went to the bathroom.”
“I didn’t see him—”
“Maybe you weren’t looking very hard!” Mina cries out as I stroke her inner walls with my fingers. “I’ll uh, I’ll uh, I’ll finish up in here and see if I can locate him.”
Nora’s footsteps recede and I lower my lips once again, bringing a new meaning to the words ‘finish up.’
TWENTY-FOUR
Mina
There are defining moments in any relationship. Nathan kneeling at my feet in a dressing room is one for us. Which is weird because we aren’t in a relationship. Or maybe we are. How crazy is it that he did what he did, and I don’t know what we are to each other.
He said he doesn’t want me to date him because he’s paying me. He just wants me to date him.
Is that what we’re doing? Dating?
Nathan grins. Wipes a hand over his mouth. Stands. I can’t tell what he’s thinking. Is he as confused as I am? Is he upset? Does he want to do it again?
I want to do it again.
My body clenches its approval of the idea.
“I… Well… What do you…” Nathan’s voice is low. His eyes search mine. He adjusts his pants to make room for an impressive erection, laughing quietly as he runs a hand over his head. “I clearly have no idea what to say. Should I apologize?”
I shake my head and press my palm to the mirror to steady my suddenly wobbly legs. “No.”
“Good.” A secret smile. Made for me and no one else. “Should I go?” He jerks his chin toward the door.
A growing part of me votes I make Nathan as naked as I am so we can finish what we started and the bulge in his pants suggests he’s as game as I am. But Nora could return any minute.
Besides…
Going further would only confuse things more.
So I lick my lips, cover my breasts, and say, “Probably.”
Nathan nods to himself, balls his fists and moves to the door, then pauses, turning to meet my eyes. “Was that a mistake?”
The question charges the air.
If things between us are supposed to be fake, then yes, that was a mistake.
