I thought about apologizing, but I wasn’t really sorry. The curtain hadn’t been closed and I wasn’t sorry I devoured the picture of beauty on the other side.
She turned and slid the curtain open. “I need you to button me.” Her voice was husky and deep, letting me know she was just as affected as I was.
There was no hiding my erection, but I still tried to be subtle about adjusting myself. Her eyes dropped and more color stained her cheeks before she turned her back to me. Almost all of it was exposed and I made fists to keep from stroking it just to find out if it felt as soft as it looked. I worked the little buttons all the way up to just below her shoulder blades, the heat of her skin burning me each time my knuckles brushed against her.
“You look beautiful,” I strangled out, my eyes meeting hers in the mirror.
A gasp pulled our attention to the doorway. “Oh, that’s the one,” Tina exclaimed. “So beautiful. Let me grab a pair of shoes.”
“Oh, no, that’s —” Alexandra tried to object, but Tina was already gone.
She came back a moment later and pushed Alexandra onto a chair, kneeling at her feet, getting ready to put the shoes on. Alexandra’s hands were clenched tight around the arms of the chair and her shoulders rose, preparing to be assaulted by Tina again.
“I’ve got it.” I stepped up beside her and gently extracted the shoes from Tina, giving Alexandra a break.
Her shoulders relaxed and her hands loosened their death grip as I fell to my knees. I slid the gold strappy shoes gently on her feet and fastened them around her ankles, before holding out my hand to help her stand. After a moment of hesitation, she slipped her fingers in mine.
“Just perfect,” Tina proclaimed. “Please tell me this is the one.”
Alexandra’s eyes met mine again in the mirror. “Yeah, this is the one. Good job, Erik.”
Tina went to step forward, but I held up my hand. “I’ll make sure she’s taken care of.”
“Of course. I’ll meet you downstairs.”
“Thank you,” Alexandra whispered.
I stripped her of her shoes and helped her to stand again, turning her back to me so I could work on the buttons. Giving in to the weakness of my desires, I stroked my finger down her spine once the buttons were all done. She shivered as I approached the dip in her back, just ending above her ripe bottom. A bubble surrounded us. No one else remained in that part of the store and with her back to me, I felt I could give her a little.
“I’m sorry about earlier.”
She stiffened. “I understand.”
She didn’t understand, but it was what it was and I had to live with my actions from here on out.
I also had to live with the image of her swaying breasts and full ass on display. It went in the same vault as the feel of her pussy squeezing my fingers, as the feel of her sitting atop me, grinding on my cock, and her breasts heaving as she panted and moaned her pleasure.
A vault I only opened at night when I was weak and already had my hand fisting my dick.
“Let’s grab some dinner on the way home,” I suggested when she went to undress.
“Okay.”
“Is there anywhere you’re wanting to try?”
She poked her head out, her nose scrunched up. “Would you kill me if I asked for pizza again?”
Shaking my head, I laughed. “Only if you try it with pineapple this time.”
She made fake gagging noises but conceded. “Fine, but let’s get a sausage and mushroom for when I’m right and it tastes horrible.”
I called in an order while she finished changing. After a dress, shoes, underwear, and jewelry were all purchased and Alexandra’s eyes almost bulged out of their sockets at the price, we were on our way.
“I don’t know about this, Erik,” Alexandra said once we were back at the apartment, both of us standing on either side of the island.
She looked at the pineapple, onion, and ham pizza with skepticism. “Drama queen.”
Eyeing the slice, she slowly brought it to her mouth, took a deep breath, and then bit. Her eyes slid closed and I took the moment to take in her soft features. I became lost in her full lips moving, almost moaned when her tongue slicked out to catch any sauce.
“It’s…” She swallowed. “It’s not bad.”
My arms flew up in victory. “Yes.”
Her laughter rang like the perfect melody, filling the apartment. “Don’t get too cocky. I’ll eat this piece, but then I’m back to sausage and mushroom.”
Rolling my eyes, I dug into my own pizza, enjoying the comfortable silence.
“How did I not know about the charity event tomorrow?” Alexandra asked after she finished her water.
“Hanna and I do most of the work for the function, and the last month is usually the final touches. You wouldn’t see anything come across Laura’s desk.”