Chapter 46
CHAPTER 46
We had three weeks until the wedding. Only three weeks until Porter and I parted ways. I decided I’d regret it if I didn’t try it Emily’s way at least once. I brought Porter shopping with me at an exclusive dress store. I figured I could flash him a bit and give him a quick reminder of what he was missing.
I carried several sexy little dresses to the dressing room. I put on a slinky silver number that did wonders for my cleavage and skimmed my legs mid-thigh. I topped the outfit with high, strappy heels because the man had a weakness for heels.
“Porter, are you around?” I called out.
“Right here.”
I opened the door and sashayed to the three-way mirror. Ignoring him, I struck a pose in the mirror, looking over the dress. “Be honest, what do you think?”
He was sprawled in the big comfortable chair, and those grey eyes were glued to my legs. “I approve.”
“I’m not sure,” I said, walking back to the dressing room. “Tell me what you think of this next dress.”
I proceeded to model three more dresses, each one more revealing and tighter than the last. I didn’t look at him, pretending to be wholly focused on the outfits, but when I checked his reflection in the mirror, I noticed that he shifted in his seat a few times to adjust himself.
When I walked by him, I noticed that there was a familiar, significant bulge in his jeans. I shut the door and stared at my own reflection. I could do this. Strategically placing the stool in front of the clothing rod, I decided I’d take one more step to remind him of what he was missing.
“Porter, can you come here for a minute?” I called. I opened the door.
He easily stood up and walked towards me. I grabbed his hand, tugged him into the changing room, and shut the door. The changing room shrank instantly with him inside of it.
“I can’t get this zipper down,” I lied, turning to give him my back and lifting my hair off my back. “Can you help me?”
His big hands brushed the nape of my neck, and he slowly pulled the zipper open.
“Thanks.” I let the dress drop at my feet. “Just have a seat. You’re going to have to help me with the next one, too.” I bent over, giving him a good shot of my ass in my thong when I picked the dress up off the floor.
When I turned around, he was sitting on the stool, those grey eyes feasting on my body. I reached over his head to grab a hanger and stepped closer to him while I hung the dress, my breasts precariously close to his face.
“What are you doing?” his voice was low.
I feigned indifference. “What?! It’s not like you haven’t seen this all before.” I reached over his head to pull the red dress off the hanger. It was skin tight with expensive, stretchy material that more than hugged all my curves. I stepped daintily into it and pulled it up over my shoulders. “Can you do this up, please?”
I sensed him stand, and his hands zipped me up. I dropped my hair and gazed into the mirror. I rocked this dress. If there was ever a fuck-me dress, this was it .
It barely reached mid-thigh, and the front dipped so low, it was nothing but miles of cleavage. I smoothed the fabric over my hips and adjusted the front, so even more cleavage worked its way into view. Porter stood behind me. His jaw was tight, and his eyes were taking all of it in.
“I think it might look better without underwear lines. Hang on.” I shimmied the fabric up over my hips, and with two thumbs, slowly pulled my underwear down. I kicked them off and smoothed the material of the skirt back over my legs. “That’s better.”
His hand snaked around my waist, tugging me back against him while his hot mouth moved against my neck. Our eyes met in the mirror. His were dark with lust. “Are you trying to tempt me, Miss Stirling?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
His other hand reached in front and slowly dragged up my thigh. Warm fingers slowly traced the soft skin of my inner thigh, teasing just above the hemline. “Because you should know I’m engaged to be married.”
“Lucky girl,” I said, pretending to ignore him. “What’s she like?”
“Hot as sin,” he whispered in my ear. We stood, looking in the mirror as his hand moved up, beneath the fabric, pushing it up, higher and higher.
“What are you doing?” I asked in my most scandalized voice. His fingers were so close. My knees almost buckled when his fingertip grazed my clit.
“I think someone’s looking for trouble,” his voice growled in my ear.
“I wouldn’t dream of doing anything naughty in this very public dressing room.” My eyes drifted shut as he slowly traced the very tips of his fingers through my folds. They circled my entrance.
“Spread those legs,” he demanded.
I stepped my legs wider. The fabric of the dress pulled higher up my thighs, and his fingers lightly teased me, circling my opening in a tantalizing rhythm. I bit my lip, working to not make a sound. All the while, my gaze focused on his hand moving between my legs.
“Someone is so fucking wet,” he breathed, biting my neck hard enough that I knew it’d leave marks.
I arched my neck back, pushing my ass against his erection. He spun me around, pushing my back against the cool mirror. I watched, breathless, as he dropped to his knees and pushed the dress up to my waist.
“I want those legs spread,” he instructed.
I stepped wide in my heels, and then he was feasting on me like a man starved. His tongue laved my folds and teasingly circled my clit while his fingers pushed inside me. I covered my face with my hands, trying not to make a sound. A knock sounded on the door. We both froze.
“Miss Stirling, is everything okay in there?” the clerk asked.
“Yes,” I stuttered. “I’m trying to decide between some dresses.”
“Do you need any other sizes?”
Porter began to again move his fingers inside of me.
“I think I’m good.”
“The black dress you have, we also have in midnight blue.”
Oh, hell, he found my g-spot. My hips thrust towards his face. “I really need a black dress.” My head hit the mirror behind me when Porter’s tongue began to explore my clit again.
“Okay, well, did you see that Marc Jacobs dress? It’s a gorgeous black crepe.”
“No, I didn’t. But I already have too many choices here.” My legs were shaking so hard, I was so damn close.
“Okay, well, you can stick your head out and holler if you need anything.”
“Thank you.” Oh, now he was doing something with his thumbs. I clenched my fists and squeezed my eyes shut as I felt my body prepare to come apart.
“Also, did you know that we have a sale on right now?”
Please, lady. Please just walk away .
“No. No, I didn’t,” my voice cracked. His fingers stroked my g-spot with such speed, I was sure I was going to faint.
“If you buy two t-shirts you get a third t-shirt for half price.”
My hands covered my face. “I’ll be sure to check that out.”
“Okay, dear. I’ll be right outside.”
He pushed a third finger into me at the same time he began to suck on my clit. My entire body arched back against the mirror as my orgasm pulsed through my body like an electric shock.
My legs buckled as explosive sensations washed over me. I bit my lip to prevent any noises from leaving. From between my legs, those grey eyes, dark with desire, watched me come part.
I yanked on his hair, pulling his mouth off me, unable to take it anymore. The smile on his face was wicked. I was crumpled back against the mirror, legs spread wide, naked from the waist down. A complete hussy.
He pushed his fingers deeper. “You know what I’m going to do to you when we get home?”
“Tell me.”
“You really want to know?”
“Oh, yes.” I gasped when his thumb pressed on my clit.
“Get dressed. We’re going home. Now.” He stood and spun me around. He unzipped the dress and unceremoniously peeled it down my body. “And you’re buying this dress.”
My limbs felt like water. He sat back on the stool and watched in amusement as I worked to get dressed. My legs were shaking so hard, I could barely pull my panties on over my heels.
I was so flushed, and I couldn’t stop trembling. “Tell me what you’re going to do to me?”
He crossed his arms, his eyes taking in my bra-clad breasts. “I’m going to strip you down to only those heels, and then I’m going to show you who’s boss.”
I gave an unsteady laugh. “How will you do that?”
He grabbed my hand and yanked me towards him, pressing my hand against his monstrous hard-on. “I have some ideas.”