EMMALINE
I blushed under James’s heated gaze as I stepped out of the fitting room for the umpteenth time in a pair of high-waisted jean shorts that were ripped up at the hem. I had on a plain white t-shirt with it, but my black bra was visible through it, and that’s exactly where his gaze landed before he slowly slid his eyes over my body.
My nipples hardened. My pussy throbbed.
The way he looked at me? He made me feel extremely beautiful and sexy. I knew he was looking at me as if he wanted to devour me, but he actually looked at me like he gave a fuck about me, too.
And that was the reason I was blushing.
I could be completely naked in front of a man that only wanted me for sex, that couldn’t care less of a fuck about me as a person, and my cheeks would never flame up, nor would my body have any other sort of response.
But James? This man was on an entirely different level. He constantly left my mind spinning, but I was ecstatic to be along for the ride.
“Goddamn, little one,” he growled as he closed the distance between us. I stumbled slightly in shock, but he gripped my thighs and lifted me up, walking us into the fitting room I’d just come out of without even breaking his step or faltering.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned when he sucked lightly at the skin of my neck.
He locked the fitting room door behind us before he shoved me against the cold, brick wall. I gasped, my heart pounding hard in my chest. He shoved his hand over my mouth. “Silence,” he softly ordered. “If we get caught, we’ll get kicked out.” He licked his lips as he squeezed my thigh with his other hand. “And I really want to see you in these shorts all of the fucking time.”
He gently set me on my feet before he unsnapped the shorts and tugged them down my legs with my panties. He quickly unsnapped his slacks and lifted me back up. I reached between us and lined his cock up with my slit, not even caring that I was letting him fuck me in the fitting room stall like a whore. Without a word needed, he slid inside of me, his left hand coming up to cover my mouth as he fucked me hard and fast against the wall of the fitting room.
I gripped at his shoulders, my fingers digging into his white dress shirt. I was doing my best to remain silent, but his hand had to muffle me more than a few times. My eyes almost rolled to the back of my head as I felt my orgasm coming on. I quickly hit his shoulder, trying to warn him. I knew there were punishments for coming when I wasn’t supposed to.
“Come,” he growled.
My body shuddered as I allowed myself to let go, my eyes falling closed as I dug my nails into his shoulders, my loud moan smothered by his hand. He eased me down from the high, his hips slowly rocking back and forth as he whispered soothing words into my ear, though I could hardly hear him over the pounding of my heart in my ears.
He eased me onto my feet, his hands staying firm on my hips as he swiped two of his fingers over my sopping core before popping them into his mouth. My lips parted, my body ready for him to take me all over again.
“You taste like fucking Heaven,” he growled before he leaned forward to kiss me, tangling our tongues together in a kiss so hot that I had to resist the urge to beg him to fuck me again.
Once I was dressed again, he smacked my ass and grabbed the shorts from the floor. “You’re definitely getting these, little one,” he told me with a sexy smirk that made me want him all over again. “Try on the rest of the clothes.”
I bit my lip, feeling brave. “Do I get to experience that again?” I asked him.
His smirk widened as he winked at me. “We’ll see, little one.”
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James held my chair out for me at the restaurant, and I smiled at him as I took a seat. “Thank you,” I said quietly.
Instead of verbally responding, he only leaned over and pressed his lips to my temple before taking a seat next to me. My cheeks flamed red at the unfamiliar affection. It was going to take me a while to get used to the kind of man James was.
James held his hand out to the lawyer sitting across from us. “How have you been, Mr. Kellam?” James asked as they shook hands.
“I’ve been doing okay. You certainly keep a man busy.”
James smirked but didn’t comment. “This is Emmaline,” James introduced me. I smiled at the attorney. I moved to hold my hand out, but James growled and grabbed my hand in his, settling it on his thigh as he shot me a warning look.
I quickly cast my eyes down to the table, swallowing thickly. Fuck, I was just being a decent human being. What the hell did I do wrong?
“Emmaline,” James called. I drew in a deep breath and raised my eyes up from the table to look into his icy blue ones. “You’re going to be my queen. The most another man gets to do is look at you. He’ll never be allowed to touch you.”
I stayed silent, knowing better than to talk back to him. He arched an eyebrow at my silence. “I know something is on your mind.”
“I was just going to shake his hand,” I said softly. “I didn’t – it’s just common courtesy,” I blurted. I was so confused and lost.
He gripped my chin and pressed a kiss to the corner of my lips, somehow relaxing me. I didn’t like feeling like I was on the receiving end of his annoyance or his anger. I only wanted to be on his good side – always. I just wanted to please him.
“You have a voice. Use it,” he whispered in my ear. He leaned back from me. “And I know it’s common courtesy. I don’t care how rude it seems for you to not shake his hand. I shook it for both of us. That’s enough in my book.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “I’m a territorial, possessive man, little one. Don’t be the one to find out what happens when I get too possessive because I swear to you, I’ll drag you to the nearest restroom and fuck you to the point you can’t walk and everyone hears you screaming my name.”
Oh, fuck.
My lips parted slightly, and I licked my bottom lip, staring at this sexy beast of a man in front of me. He brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. “Later,” he promised. He released my chin and grabbed his menu. “Let’s order food first. She needs to eat. Once we order, then we can go over the contract,” James told Mr. Kellam.
I opened my menu only to stare in horror at the foreign language in front of me. James yanked my chair closer to his, making me squeak. He closed his menu, sliding it beneath mine as he draped his other arm over the back of my chair, his fingertips lightly gliding up and down my arm. “What kind of food do you like?” he asked me.
How was it possible for my cheeks to always be on fire like this around him?
“My favorite kind of meat is seafood or beef,” I told him.
He flipped a couple of pages before he placed his index finger next to a meal. “This is a simple seafood platter,” he informed me. His voice was normal. I didn’t feel stupid as he explained the menu to me. “It comes with a variety of fish samples, lobster, and shrimp. It’s not too big of a meal, so it’ll be perfect for lunch.”
“That works,” I told him. I smiled up at him, my chest warm with comfort and security. He hadn’t made me feel embarrassed or uneducated. He literally just did what he could to help me figure out what to eat. “Thank you.”
He flashed me a quick grin. “You’re very welcome, little one.” He pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose before he looked up at our waiter that had just stepped up to the table. My eyes widened in shock when James began speaking rapidly in a completely different language. I had no idea what the hell he was saying, but I was extremely turned on. Somehow sensing it, James brushed his nose along the column of my throat, his hand sliding over my thigh, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.
“Later,” he softly reminded me before pressing a kiss to the shell of my ear.
Dear God.
When Mr. Kellam began to order, James looked over at me. His eyes darkened as he licked his lips. “Fuck,” he swore, his eyes flickering over my shoulder. His hand tightened even more on my thigh. I bit back a moan. “Later, little one. I fucking promise,” he quietly growled. “I want you just as fucking bad; I swear.”
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