“No, thank you,” I answered, suddenly feeling ridiculous for even being here. “I’m just looking.”
“Well, if you change your mind, let me know,” she said with a wink, before turning and making her way back to the sales counter. I watched her walk away and was immediately disgusted that I hadn’t even considered getting her number. f.u.c.k. I wasn’t a total manwh.o.r.e, but a beautiful woman in a lingerie store, of all places, had just flirted with me and it hadn’t even occurred to me to flirt back. Christ. What the h.e.l.l was wrong with me?
I was just about to turn and leave when something caught my eye. I let my fingers run across the black lace garter belt hanging on a rack. I hadn’t realized women really wore these outside of Playboy photo shoots until I’d started working with her. I remembered a meeting our first month working together. She had crossed her legs beneath the table and shifted in just the right way that her skirt rode up, revealing the delicate white strap attached to her stockings. It was the first time I’d seen evidence of her penchant for lingerie, but it wasn’t the first time I’d had to spend the lunch hour beating off in my office thinking about her.
“See something you like?”
I turned, startled to hear a familiar voice behind me.
s.h.i.t.
Miss Mills.
But I’d never really seen her like this before. She looked stylish as always, but completely casual. She was wearing dark fitted jeans and a red tank top. Her hair was in a s.e.xy ponytail, and without makeup or the gla.s.ses she sometimes wore around the office, she didn’t look much older than twenty.
“What the h.e.l.l are you doing here?” she asked, her fake smile slipping from her face.
“How is that any of your business?”
“Just curious. You don’t have enough of my underwear that you have to start a collection of your own?” She glared at me, motioning to the garter belt still in my hands.
I let go of it quickly. “No, no, I—”
“What exactly do you do with them, anyway? Do you have them tucked away somewhere like little mementos of your conquests?” She folded her arms across her chest, causing her br**sts to push together. My eyes fell straight to her cle**age and my d.i.c.k stirred in my pants.
“Jesus,” I said, shaking my head. “Why do you have to be such a b.i.t.c.h all the time?” I could feel the adrenaline trickling into my veins, feel my muscles tensing as I literally shook with l.u.s.t and rage.
“I guess you just bring out the best in me,” she said. She was leaning forward, her chest nearly touching mine. Looking around, I noticed we were drawing attention from the other people in the store.
“Look,” I said, trying to compose myself. “How about you calm down and lower your voice.” I knew I had to get out of here soon, before something happened. For some sick reason, fighting with this woman always ended with her panties in my pocket. “What are you doing here anyway? Why aren’t you at work?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’ve been working for you for almost a year, so you’d think you’d remember that I check in with my advisor every other week. I just finished and wanted to do some shopping. Maybe you need to put an ankle bracelet on me so you can creepily stalk me full time. Though, hey, you managed to find me here without one.”
I glared at her, struggling to find something to say. “You’re always so f**king p.i.s.sy with me.”
Nice one, Ben. Really clever.
“Come with me,” she said, and grabbed hold of my arm, dragging me to the back of the store. She pulled me around a corner and into a dressing room. She had obviously been here awhile; there were piles of lingerie on the chairs and hangers full of unidentifiable sc.r.a.ps of lace. Music was being piped through overhead speakers, and I was glad I wouldn’t have to worry about keeping my voice down as I strangled her.
Closing the large mirrored door opposite a silk-covered chaise, she stood with her eyes locked on mine. “Did you follow me here?”
“Why the h.e.l.l would I do that?”
“So you just happened to be browsing around a women’s lingerie store. Just some pervy thing you do in your spare time?”
“Get over yourself, Miss Mills.”
“You know, it’s a good thing you’ve got that big d.i.c.k to make up for that mouth of yours.”
I found myself leaning forward, whispering, “I’m pretty sure you’d be thrilled with my mouth too.”
Suddenly everything felt too intense, too loud, too vivid. Her chest was heaving, and her gaze shifted to my mouth as she bit her bottom lip. Slowly wrapping my tie around her fist, she pulled me to her. I opened my mouth, feeling her soft tongue press forward.
I couldn’t pull back now, and slid one hand to her jaw and the other up to her hair. I removed the clip holding her ponytail and soft waves fell around my hand. I fisted the ma.s.s tightly, jerking her head to better accommodate my mouth. I needed more. I needed all of her. She moaned and I pulled it tighter. “You like that.”
“G.o.d, yes.”
At that moment, hearing those words, I didn’t care about anything else: where we were, who we were, or how we felt about each other. Never in my life had I felt such raw chemistry with anyone. When we were together like this, nothing else mattered.
My hands ran down her sides and I gripped the hem of her shirt, bringing it up and over her head, breaking our kiss for only a second. Not to be left behind, she pushed my jacket from my shoulders and it dropped to the floor.
My thumbs ran circles across her skin as I moved my hands to the waist of her jeans. Quickly undone, they fell to the floor, and she kicked them off along with her sandals. I kissed down her neck and shoulders.