Page 501 of Manhattan Bossholes

“James,” she whispered. “You can’t. Not here.”

I paused, but Natalie didn’t move away from me. We were in a remote enough spot that no one could see us. Testing the waters, I stroked her lightly along the silk.

“How are you wet already?”

She whimpered. “Because I’ve wanted you all day. I can’t stop thinking about fucking you.”

I worked her quicker, rubbing little circles over her clit through the fabric. Her knees buckled. How fast could I get her off?

“Oh my God, oh my God, don’t stop,” she whispered, placing her hands on my shoulders to steady herself. Her head fell backwards as I massaged her even faster.

I could tell she was getting closer by the way she pushed against my hand. I was desperate to make her come.

The sound of heels clacking on marble made me pull away quickly, and the hand that Natalie slapped over her mouth just managed to muffle her anguished cry.

“How are we doing in here?” a voice echoed in the distance.

We managed to right ourselves before the clerk turned the corner, but based on Natalie’s flushed cheeks and the awkward way I was hunched over to cover my raging hard-on, he probably had a clue that he’d interrupted something.

“Gorgeous!” he said, ignoring the obvious and pointing at Natalie’s red heels. “Are those a yes?”

“They’re all yeses,” I said quickly. “All four pairs. We’ll take them.”

“But I didn’t even try…” Natalie said, frowning.

“We’re in a rush,” I said pointedly, raising an eyebrow at her. “We have that appointment we have to get to. Immediately.”

She gave me a secret smile. “Right. Yes, I’m so ready for that appointment.”

“Wonderful,” the clerk said as he gathered the boxes. “I’ll meet you at the register and get you checked out quickly. I believe your card is on file, so it won’t be but a minute. Miss, you can wear those out if you like; they look fabulous.”

Natalie bent down to quickly untie the ribbons on the red shoes and kick them off. “No, here you go. We’ll be right up.” She handed them to him.

We both watched him leave, and the second he rounded the corner, we flew together like we were magnetized. I kissed her with pent-up ferocity, and Natalie ground against me. I reached down between us and pressed my palm against the seam of her jean shorts.

“I’m so horny,” she breathed in my ear. She took my earlobe into her mouth and my dick pressed uncomfortably against my zipper. “What the hell are we going to do? I refuse to fuck in a dressing room. They probably have cameras in there.”

“How about in a town car with tinted windows and a privacy screen?” I asked, letting my other hand graze across her breast. “I scheduled an appointment at a nail salon thirty minutes from now. We’re going to hit traffic on the way there, which means you can sit on my lap and ride me until we get there.”

She closed her eyes in gratitude. “Yes, oh my God, yes. Hurry!”

Natalie pulled herself from my arms and stomped her way into her boots, then grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the register.

The clerk glanced over and gave us a curious look as we stumbled closer.

“Sorry,” I said. Natalie was hanging on my arm like she couldn’t stand on her own. “We’re late for a very important meeting.”

“Perfect timing, you’re all set. It’s five thousand six hundred ten for today, Mr. Branson.”

Natalie let out a shocked squeak as I quickly scrawled my signature on the receipt.

“Worth every penny,” I said, as I pulled her close to kiss the top of her head. “Off we go. I believe there’s a special seat waiting for you at the meeting.”

17

NATALIE

I’d never felt more beautiful, which was perfect because I’d also never felt more nervous.