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“Anyone?” I called, hoping the other salesgirl or the manager would hear my pathetic plea for zipper-pulling reinforcement.
“They’re all with someone,” Lev said from outside the dressing room doors. “I can step in and help.”
There was no one else in there with me, so I told him to hurry. I tugged him into my spacious cubicle, and he chuckled at my flustered look. I turned to present him with my back, holding the dress up with my hands as I waited.
He caught my eye in the mirror, then looked down at my back. His eyes darkened, and he smoothed his palm down the length of exposed skin, resting his fingertips at the base of my spine. Not making any move to pull the stuck zipper up. His hands moved to rest at my waist, lightly gripping into the slippery fabric.
“This is perfect on you,” he said, his lips curling in a slow smile. He dropped his head to nuzzle the side of my neck, his hands sliding forward to smooth across my belly. “It would look even better off of you,” he murmured, his breath warm against my collarbone as he kept kissing his way down.
The small space became almost unbearably hot. His touch made me forget everything but that underlying ache for him that never seemed to leave me. Not since he awakened it. My brain struggled to get the last word, desperately reasoning with me.
He was like chocolate, delicious, sinful, and the only thing I wanted to sustain me. But he was also addictive and unhealthy. Deadly, in fact. The only way to get over the cravings was to go without, quit him cold turkey. A total Lev diet.
But the small space and his towering presence alone was too much. His touch was a stray spark in a shed full of dry kindling. I turned in his arms and tilted my chin up, mouth open and ready. He gripped my neat bun and claimed my lips at once, as hungry as I was. My hair fell out of its twist, and he ran his fingers through it before sliding his hands down my arms to circle my waist. With his palms pressed against my bare back, igniting me even more, I tugged myself closer to him, digging my fingers into his hard shoulders.
He broke the kiss just long enough to pin me with one of his searing looks. “I missed you,” he said raggedly.
I made an incomprehensible noise and dragged his head back down, fingers twined in his hair. His slight stubble rasped against my cheeks as his tongue pushed into my mouth. Yanking me tight, I gasped against his lips to feel the hard bulge against my belly.
“Everything working okay in there?” Brooke called.
I jumped back, stifling a giggle, because everything was working perfectly with Lev. He pinched the bridge of his nose in silence as I made sure the door was locked and assured Brooke I was doing fine. The last thing I needed was for her suspicions to be proven correct. That would take too much explaining. Not to mention, the fact I was just making out in a dressing room was horrifying. What came over me?
As soon as Brooke left and the coast was clear, Lev pulled me back into his arms with a mischievous look. I locked my arms in front of me and wriggled away.
“No way, we’ll get caught for sure,” I said. “Let’s assume this dress is fine. I don’t need help with the zipper anymore. Now, go before we get thrown out.”
He laughed at that, as if anyone would dare. “Just one more kiss,” he said, so sweetly and uncharacteristically boyish that I couldn’t resist.
“Just one.”
As soon as his lips touched mine, time seemed to lose all meaning as I became lost in the sweet strawberry taste of him, intoxicated by his masterful fingers and heady cologne that filled the small room. The next thing I knew, the dress was pooled at my feet in a puddle of green silk, my legs wrapped around Lev’s waist.
With a firm grip, he lifted me, pressing my back against the wall. I curled my arms around his neck, breathing him in as his thick rod rubbed against my damp panties. Another second later, the panties were off, the sturdy white cotton ripped at the seams. I couldn’t make myself care, completely lost in the feel of him as he pushed his way inside me.
It was over in moments, furious and fast and so, so good. All it took was one little command, deep and rumbling in my ear as he pounded deep and hard.
“Come for me, Jenna.”
His fingers swiped against my swollen nub, and I moaned, much too loud. Biting down on his shoulder, I let the pleasure wash over me, gasping and panting when he gave his final thrust.
His arms trembled slightly as he held me close to his body, his heart beating as fast as mine. The whole session couldn’t have been five minutes, but we were sated and spent. He loosened his grip, and I slid down his body, my legs unsteady as my feet hit the floor.
With a low laugh, he held me up. “They had to have heard,” I whispered, mortified now that I was returning to earth.
“Not a chance,” he said.
His rumpled sandy hair and the gleam in his eyes almost had me reaching for him again. Then I heard Brooke outside the dressing rooms, making a sales pitch to someone.
“You have to get out,” I said, terrified another customer was about to come in.
“One last kiss,” he said, winding my hair around his hand and tugging my head back.
This time, he was true to his word, leaving me with my mouth hanging open, alone in the dressing room. The panties were ruined, so I stuffed them in my purse and put my own suit back on. Weak and wobbly, I steeled myself to face Brooke with my pile of clothes. I wasn’t sure what I was getting, but that was fine as long as my best friend didn’t see right through me.
Thankfully, it was busy and she didn’t have much more time to chat, and Lev had somehow managed to sneak out of the store, returning in time to pay as if he’d been outside on a phone call all along. When Brooke rang up my purchase, I couldn’t make eye contact, going so far as to fake my own phone call so Lev and I could hustle out of the shop before I broke down and confessed everything.
In the car on the way back to Lev’s apartment, I put my head in my hands, ignoring his teasing laugh.
