Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Fifteen minutes later, Cammie was alone, enclosed in the room, trying on gowns.
“Uh, Leo? I’m stuck.” Cammie’s voice reached out to him.
He raised one eyebrow. “What does that mean, exactly?”
“I managed to get myself into the dress, but now the zipper is stuck and I need help.”
Leo glanced around. The employee had been stopped by another customer so he rose to his feet, entered the fitting area and pushed aside the curtain.
Cammie stood in front of a mirror. He took her in, a vision in a black dress with a fitted top and flared-out skirt that brushed the floor.
But she smiled and shook her head. “This isn’t the one. It reminds me too much of prom.” Turning, she showed him her back. “The zipper is stuck halfway up.”
He stepped closer, letting the curtain close behind him. He reached for the zipper, his knuckles brushing against her skin and Cammie’s breath hitched at his touch.
His eyes snapped to hers in the mirror, and the vibe in the room instantly shifted. Desire burned in her gaze and his body responded, his erection pushing at the front of his slacks.
Holding her gaze in the mirror, he pulled down the zipper, releasing the fabric and letting the dress fall to the floor. Beneath the gown was a sexy black satin lingerie set that was hot as hell.
He traced her curves with his hands from her hips up to her waist, his palms cupping her breasts over the soft material. Her nipples where hard peaks, and she pushed her ass into his cock as he lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder.
“Would you like to be on the naughty list this Christmas?” he asked in a low husky voice.
In reply, she spun around, yanking on his tie and pulling him into a kiss. Despite his raging desire, they had to be fast and quiet. He fumbled with his pants, unzipping himself and freeing his erection with a relieved hiss.
Cammie grasped his cock in her hand, stroking his length as she moved her lips down his neck, pressing little kisses along his skin. She was amazing, so hot, her need matching his own.
He pulled out his wallet, silently thankful his dad had advised him a long time ago to carry a condom. Just in case. He’d never used the spare before, always waiting until he was in a bedroom to fuck the women he slept with, but he couldn’t resist Cammie enough to wait.
He sat down on the bench in the dressing room and rolled on protection. She straddled him, her hands on his shoulders, her knees on the bench on either side of his hips. He reached between them and yanked her black panties to the side, poising his erection at her entrance.
She was wet enough to take him, making a small noise from the back of her throat as she lowered herself onto his cock. At the slick feel of her body clasping his, he ground his teeth to keep quiet.
Keeping his eyes locked on the mirror across from him, he took in the sight of himself in his suit, every inch the well-put-together businessman with a nearly naked goddess in his lap. Her long blonde hair fell halfway down her back and her body shook with pleasure as she rose and dropped down again, taking what she needed.
They both struggled to be quiet, but nothing could hide the sound of their heavy breathing in the tiny space. Without warning, Cammie stiffened and ground herself onto him, releasing a whimper he caught with his mouth, kissing her to help swallow her climax. It helped keep him quiet too, since the feeling of her squeezing his dick sent him spiraling into an explosive orgasm of his own.
It was fast, dangerous and hot as hell. His sweet barista had a wild side he could see himself growing addicted to.
She pulled herself off him, wincing as she stood and stretched out her legs. He removed the condom and tied off the end before wrapping it in tissue paper he found on the floor and shoving it into his pocket to dispose of later.
Giving her a quick kiss on her lips, Leo left the dressing room, hoping nobody had heard them. The sound of paper and rustling followed from inside Cammie’s room. Then, she let him know she was trying on a few more dresses.
“I found the one!” she said at last, bouncing out of the fitting room, a happy smile on her face.
“And I can’t wait to see you wearing it.”
She shook her head. “You can wait until the night of the party. I’m all about surprises!”
He loved how bright and cheery she was. Her sunshine personality had returned and he was grateful.
A little while later, the gown, along with a pair of silver heels and matching bag, were in a garment back in the back of his SUV.