Meredith is at the front counter when I approach. There’s only one other person in the boutique, an older woman near the front trying on a scarf.
“Would you mind being really busy with other customers for about ten minutes?” Palming my wallet, I comb through the bills before handing her a hundred dollars.
She whistles. “What do you know? I really need to rearrange that front window display. That should take ages.”
Satisfied that we won’t be interrupted, I go back to the dressing room area. Ariana should be out again soon with another outfit for me to vote on. All I have to do is bide my time. Sure enough, about sixty seconds later the door to her dressing room opens. Before she can step out, I slide past her.
“Vin, what are you doing?”
My arm curls around her waist and I swing her around so the door to the dressing room can close. The outfit she’s wearing is a sparkly black dress with long balloon sleeves. It emphasizes her small waist and those mile long legs. She looks amazing as always.
But she’d look even better out of it.
At the first kiss on her neck, she stiffens.
“Vin! We can’t. The saleslady will be back any minute.”
My hands slide beneath her dress to grip her ass, squeezing the soft globes gently.
“The saleslady is really happy about the commission she’s about to earn. Since your hubby is paying for everything.”
She looks guilty for about a split second before her chin sets in the mulish expression I’ve come to love.
Oh yes, my girl is up to something. I may not have figured out exactly what it is yet, but I plan to have fun with it in the meantime.
“It’s cute to have nicknames for each other,” Ari says.
“You won’t mind if I call you wifey then?”
She looks horrified. I bury my face in her neck to hide my amusement. There’s definitely a reason she’s acting like a brainless twit but it’s going to be so much fun to get it out of her.
“You want to call me that?”
“Oh yes, it’ll be like a game. I happen to love games. Especially the one where the hubby fucks his little wifey in the dressing room where anyone can hear.”
She shudders in my arms. “We can’t. Can we?”
It’s obvious she wants to despite the fact that I’m throwing a wrench in whatever her little scheme is supposed to be. Not even the idea of being overheard deters her. It drives me crazy how much my girl loves to be bad.
“Doesn’t the little wifey want to take care of her man? She has what he needs. A sweet little spot that he loves to taste.”
Her fingers clench on my arm that’s wrapped around her waist. She moans and I bite her right on the throat, knowing she loves a little pain with her pleasure. Sure enough, she grinds back on me, rubbing her bottom on the hard bulge poking her in the back.
“Bend over baby. Hold on to the bench.”
No longer trying to pretend like she’s not into it, Ariana leans over eagerly, the move thrusting her bottom toward me. I flip up the fabric of the dress and then hook a finger in the material covering her pussy. It’s a thong so it doesn’t take much to move it out of my way. Then I replace it with my tongue.
Ari squirms as I lick her gently before giving her pussy a hard, suctioning kiss. Before long she’s moving with me, shamelessly riding my tongue. She whines when I stop circling her sweet little hole and turn her around. Her cheeks are red and her blond hair is all over her face.
“Take them off,” I growl, too far gone to wait any longer. Whatever game we were playing just got real.
She holds my gaze as she peels the panties down her legs. I unbutton my pants and shove everything down to the floor. I get a condom on faster than I ever have, too turned on to waste a second.
“Come here, baby. You started this. Now it’s time to finish it.” I pick her up and brace her against the wall.
Her eyes flash, defiant to the last. “I started it? You came in here.”
“I’m pretty sure you knew that would happen after you’ve made me look at that delectable body for the past few hours.”