Chapter14
Mikhail
Charlie looks at me like I’m joking, but I’m not. I eye the dresses, not pleased at all with the amount of skin she’d be showing with each and every one of them. She walks over and starts looking through a rack of black dresses. She holds up one that’s strapless and short enough to show her ass cheeks, and I swear she’s trying to give me a heart attack.
“Not funny,” I grumble at her while she tries and fails to hold back a smile. I find one that will hit her at her ankles and has basically a turtleneck for the entire upper half. “How about this one?”
She snorts and rolls her eyes. “I’ll sweat my ass off in that, Misha.”
“Lots of places to hide weapons, though,” I counter, trying to highlight the benefits of a sturdy garment like this.
She ignores me and keeps looking. After several back-and-forths, my dresses getting more and more conservative until hers start to follow suit, we finally find one that doesn’t make me feel like I’m going to stroke out if I see her wearing it and walking in to the fundraiser on Yuri’s arm.
When she heads for the dressing room in the corner, I follow right behind her. She laughs and waits for me to leave. I don’t. Instead, I shut the curtain and rest my shoulder against the wall, wanting to watch her undress.
“Fine,” she mutters, but she’s not fooling me. I can see the smile playing at her lips as she slips off her shorts and T-shirt. My eyes run over her bare skin, nothing but a pink, lacy bra and matching panties obscuring her from my view.
I watch her step into the dress before pulling it up the rest of the way. The back is unzipped, revealing her smooth skin and making it impossible for me to resist stepping forward and running my fingers along her spine, tracing a path to the nape of her neck. I kiss her shoulder before zipping her up and taking a step back to get a better look. The dress hits her at the ankles, and the cut at the top shows a lot of skin, but doesn’t dip low enough to show cleavage.
“Does this pass inspection?” she asks, resting a hand on her hip and daring me to find fault with this one like I have with all the others.
I smile and run my finger along the top of the dress. “It does show a lot of skin.”
“It’s not like I have a lot of cleavage to show,” she says with a roll of her eyes.
Holding up my hand, I slowly raise three fingers and arch a brow at her. She’d taken the spankings I owed her the other night, and I wondered how long she’d go with a clean slate. Evidently, not very long.
“Hey, that was just one insult,” she argues.
“It pissed me off enough to earn you three spanks. Keep going, sweetheart, I’ve got plenty of fingers left.”
I can tell she’s thinking about it, but she keeps quiet and instead looks in the mirror and gives a soft turn. When she starts searching for a price tag, I still her hand and bring it to my lips for a kiss.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.”
She sucks in a soft breath when I unzip her dress and slowly slip it off her, hanging it on the hanger by the door before turning back to her and unzipping my pants. Her eyes widen, and her cheeks heat up, and by the time I pull my cock out, her breathing has picked up and her chest is flushed.
“What are you doing?” she whisper shouts at me, already taking a step back and looking around like the saleswoman might be hiding in here with us.
“I’m about to fuck my fiancée,” I tell her with a wink.
Closing the distance, I pick her up and roughly yank her panties aside. “Try to be quiet, sweetheart,” I say right before I slide into her. Her eyes go comically wide before they become heavy-lidded and dark with lust.
“You’re crazy,” she whispers against my lips.
“Nothing will ever keep me from you, baby. Now be a good girl and come quick. She’ll probably check on us soon.”
Her face heats up even more, but when I dig my fingers into her ass and start to fuck her harder, she bites back a moan and shakes her head yes. I smile before giving her bottom lip a soft bite.
“I love you, Misha,” she whispers against my lips, and those four words threaten to undo me, just like they always do. I love hearing her say them, but there’s something about hearing it when her voice is low and breathy from arousal and the wet heat of her is clenched tightly around me. There’s nothing on earth like it.
“I love you too, baby,” I tell her before deepening the kiss.
I know we need to be quick, but it kills me to rush this. Her arms and legs wrap around me even tighter, and when she gives my tongue a soft suck, I can’t help but let out a deep groan and slam into her even harder. Knowing she’s close, I circle my hips, thrusting into her just like I know she loves it and hitting her right where she needs it.
She whimpers into my mouth, her whole body tensing with her release, and I happily let her take me along for the ride. When we’re both spent, I rest my forehead against hers and let out a soft laugh.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” she whispers. Her eyes are lit up with excitement, her whole face and body glowing from the orgasm she just had, and she’s so damn beautiful it makes my chest hurt.