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I let my hands slide down, wandering over her tight, round ass in the tennis skirt. I’d never had a moment’s interest in the sport, but right now, I could see its advantages.
My hands slipped up under the skirt. I had the perfect view in the mirror behind her of the lightly tanned, lower curve of her ass cheek. I squeezed tight, enjoying the way my darker, tattooed hand looked gripping her.
“What are you doing?”
“Deciding on my payment for this ordeal. You can’t expect a man to endure this without some kind of compensation. Don’t be a brat about it. Be a good girl and pay me for my wasted time.”
“I have cash in my purse,” she pointed out, arching an eyebrow at me. Her cheeks were heating. I loved the sight of an unsettled Winter. It was my favorite thing.
“Pass. I’m taking my payment of choice now,” I murmured, letting my fingers wander between her ass cheeks, running up and down her cleft. Her thong, unfortunately, was intact. This was precisely why crotchless underwear were so superior. I’d be able to sink a finger inside her right now.
She chose to ignore my feeling around, even as her pulse thumped hard in her neck. She patted the knot of the cravat, tugging it into perfection.
“You’re taking an awfully long time to tie that thing…unless you’re stalling?”
She flushed a deeper pink and stepped back, knocking my hands away. “It’s done. What do you think?”
I faced the mirror, giving her a second to catch her composure.
The sight that met my eyes was unexpected. I nearly didn’t recognize myself. I looked like someone Winter might dance with at The Dunes or get dressed up to go on a date with. Someone whose world rotated around business trips and holidays and trust funds.
“What do you think?” Winter asked, leaning a hand on her lithe hip and studying me.
“What’s there to think? I guess what they say is true…people aren’t ugly, they’re just poor.”
Winter snorted, suppressing a chuckle. She turned around and headed toward the open changing room, picking up a pair of pants I’d left on the floor. “Like anyone has ever thought you’re ugly,” she muttered scathingly.
I was behind her, stepping into the changing room and pulling the curtain shut before she could glance up.
“Are you hitting on me again? Trying to get me into bed?”
She spun around, alarmed by my sudden proximity. She backed up against the wall. “Are you going to pretend not to know how hot you are?” She folded her arms over her chest. “Don’t tell me the pretty, popular heartthrob of the Hellions has a confidence problem?”
Her bratty smile only made me laugh. I pressed her harder into the wall. I was hard as fuck, and the damn suit pants weren’t doing my blood flow any favors. I undid the top button and slid down the zipper.
“Maybe I do, and I need my girlfriend to inflate my ego.”
Winter’s gaze was glued to my hand unfastening my pants. “What are you doing?”
“Changing?”
“Right. Well, just let me get out of here, and you can do that.”
I tutted. “I told you I needed some kind of payment for this nightmare, and you’re going to give it to me.”
She swallowed hard. “I told you I have cash in my purse.”
Reaching into my jeans pocket for my knife, I took it out. Winter’s eyes widened and her lips popped open, her breath coming faster and faster.
“Lift up your skirt. I want to see you,” I instructed in a tight voice.
“That’s your payment?” she asked.
“For now.”
Her hands went to the hem of her little pleated skirt and slowly inched it up.
“All the way. Don’t stop.”
