Chapter 40

Forty

EMORY

I don't care what she calls it.

With her looking at me like I can hang the moon, I'd do just about anything she asked of me.

"You wouldn't want to get fired," I say, creeping my fingers up her thigh. Scottie relaxes even more against my chest. I stare at her lips and have the urge to kiss the shit out of her.

I would be willing to do all sorts of things to stick my tongue in her mouth for another taste.

This wasn't what I was planning to do when I followed her in here, but there is no way I'm leaving this dressing room with her not having the confidence she deserves while in that dress.

If I asked her outright, she'd deny it.

But her little pelvic movements and sky-high pulse give her away. She's beyond turned on, and to hell with the fact that she doesn't want to cross the line again. If I have to use the excuse that the customers in this dress shop are paying close attention to us, then so be it.

My parents are at my house, waiting—something Scottie doesn't know—but the world could be ending, and I wouldn't be able to pull myself away until the job was done.

A job.

That's what this is.

"Tell me what you want." My nose skims her neck, and I breathe her in like she's my lifeline.

She smells so sweet, and I suddenly feel calm for the first time today.

The smell of fresh ice is usually my comfort, but lately, I'm starting to worry that it's her.

"Uh…" the word is more of a breath coming from her lips.

My hand disappears between her legs, hidden by the silk of the dress I'm buying for her one way or another. Heat pools there, and as much as I want to drag this out, there's been one too many sets of footsteps outside the dressing room. With my luck, I'll get arrested for public indecency.

"Right here?" I slip my fingers under her wet panties.

She looks like an angel, but the noise she just made came right from the devil. I clench my eyes because watching her in the mirror is going to make me lose sight of where we are.

"I could ravish you right here . " I press my mouth to her neck, and her pulse pounds against my lips. Before I can stop myself, I nip her delicate skin and suck. Scottie curves her hips to meet me halfway, and I slip another finger in, moving slowly and deliberately.

She feels so good against my fingers that I want to make her mine. I'll play make-believe every single day of my life if this is how good it is.

I think my fake wife just became my vice.

The heel of my palm presses against her clit, and she whimpers.

My eyes fly open. "Shh."

Euphoria paints her face, and a hot swallow works itself down my throat. Blood pumps through my veins, and I'm captivated. My perfect, angelic wife with an attitude that could rival anyone I know is completely entranced in the pleasure I'm giving her while in public.

I move my mouth to her ear. "Open your eyes and look at yourself."

Scottie's eyes slowly open, and I swear to god, they're glowing.

Her pussy clenches on my fingers the very second she looks at my hand in between her legs.

Mmm, I wish she wouldn't have done that.

"You like watching me touch you, don't you?" I ask.

Her cheeks flare with heat when she starts to move against my hand. I press on a spot that makes her suck in air and wait for the finale.

"Don't worry, I like watching too." My teeth sink into her earlobe, and I give it a good tug. "You're beautiful when you're at my mercy." She gasps, and her entire body shakes. Her pussy traps my fingers, and instead of watching her come, I turn her face to mine and swallow her whimpers.

The kiss is deep and so fucking hot I can hardly stand.

I silence every one of her quiet moans, not taking a single one for granted.

Her orgasm is over, but I go in for more because I can't help myself. She's addicting and has been on my mind far too much since last night. Maybe if I get my fill of her, I'll be able to focus on tomorrow's game.

"Is everything okay in there?"

Scottie breaks our kiss with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

I drop my gaze down to my fingers still inside her and look down in the mirror at the dress seller's heels right outside the curtain.

"Yes." I sound completely unfazed, but I am the opposite. "I think we've found the one," I add, dragging my fingers out from between Scottie's legs. They're soaked, and I love seeing every last drop, especially as I brush them against the bottom layer of fabric of her dress.

Scottie, still red-faced and bright-eyed, gapes.

I smirk while unzipping her dress. "Guess we really have to buy it now, huh?"

She looks at me like I'm crazy, and I'm almost certain that I am.

While holding her dress to her body, she shakes her head at me. There's a twinkle in her eye that wasn't there before. "All of that just to force my hand into letting you buy the dress?"

Bending down to swipe up her bra, I hold it out for her before she rips it away. "That's just an added bonus."

After Scottie quickly gets dressed, all while avoiding eye contact with me, she unclips her hair and tries to fix it in the mirror. I watch her every movement, unable to tear my eyes away, but then I see something she's going to hate.

"Want to know what else is an added bonus?"

Besides her orgasming all over my hand, of course.

She's hesitant. "What?"

My fingers get lost in her hair as I push the strands behind her shoulder. I push on her chin gently and nod to the hickey I gave her. "That."

Her hand flies to the little red bruise, and her mouth falls open. "Oh my god."

"Don't worry," I tease. "It'll just prove to the media that I can't keep my hands off you." I pause. "And my parents."

Scottie is glaring at me now. "What?"

With my back to her, I say, "Oh, did I forget to mention that?" I glance over my shoulder because I have a feeling she'll try to throw something at me in a second. "My parents are waiting for us at the house."