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She shrugged. “What can I say? You make me feel dangerous and…safe? It’s kind of weird, all things considered.”

Weird, sure, but he liked it. He wrapped a hand around her waist and drew her backward until her pert ass snugged up against his groin. He bent his head over hers and drew in a slow breath, letting his lips coast over that tender place behind her ear. “So what did you have in mind?”

He’d go along with absolutely anything. Some massage oil. Maybe that honey-dust stuff that he could lick off every inch of her.

Cassandra lifted a hanger off the rack. “Maybe this?” She twisted out of his grip and held the outfit in front of her. Adventurous mirth sparkled across her face. “I’d have to try it on, wouldn’t I?”

Jesus. If Ryan were any less of a man, his knees might have gone out from under him. The outfit she held up was miles from the innocuous things he’d allowed himself to imagine. Red lace laid over a tiny black corset. The skirt pinned underneath was about as long as his hand. The perfect getup for a dirty Goth girl.

It had been so fucking long. For so many years, he’d barely allowed himself to think about the possibilities. About a woman dressing up. For him. The games they could play.

That perversion flat-out didn’t fit with the life he’d made.

He cleared his throat, but his voice still came out hoarse. Over the blaring metal track he asked, “You’re going to try that on?”

Her gaze slid over him, hot as a touch. A slow, dark smile bloomed across her moistened lips. “Yeah. I think I might.”

“Do I get to see?”

“Of course.”

That was it. He grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her pell-mell across the store toward the blue neon sign that read
Dressing Rooms
. The giggle that furled out behind them like a jet’s contrail said she didn’t mind.

The door to the dressing stall was full, going all the way to the floor. He shoved back the disappointment. Maybe she’d open the door a crack once she was dressed.

When Ryan held it open for her, she slipped in and froze. “Well? You coming in?”

“You sure?”

Her grin dimmed for a second and she smoothed a loose lock of strawberry-blonde hair back behind her ear. “I think so. That is…” She pushed up on her toes, then kissed him hard and fast. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

He shot a quick glance behind him. One clerk with a shock of purple hair sat behind a waist-high counter, but she had turned away, rustling through a bin of something that looked like mini French ticklers. Ryan entered the tiny dressing room and clicked the door shut behind him.

Cassandra pointed to a seat in the corner. It had no back and a black leather cushion that gleamed beneath a glare of blood-red light. “Sit.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said on a laugh. He stretched out in that small space.

She stepped carefully over his knees, between his thighs, then hooked her purse and the padded hanger over the back of the door. “You take up a lot of room, don’t you?”

“Can’t help it. Accident of birth and all.”

Her hands lifted to the top buttons of her shirt. Ryan hitched a knee, hoping to hide his hard-on. It was pretty much a losing cause.

She unbuttoned her plain white uniform shirt, revealing skin that was nearly translucent. He’d been right about the paleness of her bra, although the sex shop’s red haze made it impossible to tell the real color. The effect of seeing it in person was so powerful. The lacy cups held her breasts like a lover’s hand. His palms itched. The soft mound of her cleavage was prime territory for tasting.

Ryan shoved his hands under his arms. No touching. Not yet. He’d promised they would only go as far as she wanted, and at her choice. This was all her show.

What a show it was. Christ, the inward curve of her waist was long and sleek. When she shucked off her skirt, her tiny panties made him groan. They matched her bra, both trimmed with black lace.

“Anyone told you lately that you’re fucking gorgeous?”

She laughed quietly, which was nearly drowned out by the loud soundtrack. “Not recently enough.”

Turing around, she shimmied into the itty-bitty skirt, which hugged her hips and barely covered the curve of her ass where it met her creamy thighs. That she kept the garter belt on was even hotter.

She snapped off her bra and slid it down her arms.

Naturally Ryan leaned to the side for a glimpse in the mirror. Her breasts were beautiful, tipped with pale nipples that almost matched the bra she’d dropped to the floor. His look wasn’t near long enough. He’d love to spend hours on her, licking and sucking and nibbling.

A bit at a time. Just enough to make her gasp his name.

She tugged the corset over her head. “Do me up?”

His hands shook slightly as he gathered the silk strings. He pulled and they ran through the eyelets, closing over her band of sleek skin. A flick and a twist left her with a knot rather than a bow, but he wasn’t a bow kind of guy. His dexterity was nearing nil.

He turned her by the hips, letting his fingers slide over the two inches of skin displayed between the bottom of the corset and the skimpy skirt. His mouth dropped open, unable to help it.

The corset plumped her breasts up into delectable mounds. Her skin looked even smoother and creamier wrapped in the naughty costume.

Hands fluttering for a moment, she let them rest on his shoulders. “Well?”

Ryan stroked her hips, then up her ribs and over the lace border edging the top of the corset. “I don’t think I’ve seen anything sexier in my entire life.”

“I can’t be that sexy if you haven’t kissed me yet.”

With a quick look at the door, he reminded himself that he’d closed it securely. “Here?”

Cassandra sank to her knees. Every bone in his body locked. Even his cock felt as hard as bone. With the costume and the stockings and the twin braids, she was a full-on fuck fantasy. A sinful rocker chick who loved living on the wild side—and was dragging him with her.

“Yeah. Here.” She ducked her chin even as her hands slid up his biceps. “I want something…exciting. Something memorable.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said on a rough chuckle. “That much I can promise you.”

He tipped her chin up and took her mouth. All of his finesse was gone, ripped away by such blatant, exotic provocation. The kiss went incendiary in about zero point two seconds. Her hands twined behind his neck and her nails dug into that tender skin. He shuddered.

Ryan filled his palms with the tight curve of her ass, then hooked his fingertips under the strings of her garters. Holy Jesus, she was everything responsive. Her mouth drank in his excitement. Her body arched toward him at the same time that he curled over her.

It wasn’t enough. He hooked a grip underneath her arms and yanked her onto his lap. His erection fit perfectly along the notch between her legs. She moaned when he pulled her tight down over him, and his hips jerked up on their own.

Touching her all over, he couldn’t get enough. Soft skin and scratchy lace. The wet heat of her mouth was a mimic to the heat pressing down over his dick. He caressed her ass and traced the gusset of her panties. She was already dripping wet. Proud, hot satisfaction made his cock ache.

She dove between their bodies and tugged at his belt. Cool, slim fingers undid his fly and wrapped around him. He kissed her harder, groaning into her mouth—loud enough to hear it over an earsplitting track by Tool. She didn’t stop there. She opened up his slacks to bring his cock out into the warm, sultry air.

Pulling away from the kiss, she skated her lips over his jaw, up to his ear. “Are you man enough to fuck me right here?”

He looked into her eyes. Her words had been bold, but deep in the blue flickered something uncertain. She wasn’t quite as wicked as the costume made her act, not way down inside. That was what he liked about sexy costumes and the games that went along with them—the chance to step outside himself. Ashleigh, however, had made it crystal clear he ought to be happy with the woman he had.

Cassandra… All he kept repeating was that she’d started this.

Just one time. One special time. An extra something he’d never asked for.

“Are you sure?”

She dropped her forehead to his in a soft press. Her graceful throat worked over a swallow. “Do you have a condom?”

He nodded. He always carried one, even if he hadn’t been laid in months and had seen no chance on the horizon. Like the Boy Scout he’d never gotten to be, he stayed prepared.

She closed around his dick and pulled up until her fingertips danced over his head. “Then I’m sure.”

He kissed her again. It was depraved. That she wore such a slutty outfit, though it was obviously not her normal style. That he was fully dressed, with only his dick thrusting up to brush against her lace-covered stomach. Ryan knew he was a sick fuck, but man did it work for him.

He fished the condom out of his wallet. They put it on him together with assorted whispers and one choked giggle from her. He stripped her panties down over her legs, which forced a regrettable space between them. Before he had time to miss the exciting press of her thighs over his, he welcomed her back onto his lap.

His hard-on slipped through her drenched pussy. He lifted his knees and planted his feet to provide her a stable surface. Cassandra leaned back and wrapped a grip around his thighs. Her wild blue gaze seared him as she looked down the length of her body. He was teasing her clit with the head of his cock.

She bit her lip as she shuddered. “Now,” she whispered. “I don’t think I’ve ever been hotter.”

Neither had he. He strapped one arm around her lower back, his wrist brushing both lace and silken skin. He clamped his mouth over hers in a fierce kiss.

And took her.

His cock drove into her with one cruel thrust, then he froze. She was so fucking tight. Unbelievably so. He wrenched on her hips but forced himself to ease up. He didn’t want to leave bruises. “You okay?”

She shoved her hand under his shirt collar. “Oh, God yes,” she breathed. “More than okay. Wonderful. Fabulous. Give me more.”

That he could certainly do. With abandon. He cupped her ass and pulled her down onto his thrusts. Their mouths came together again in a pinching clench of a kiss. Her pussy clung to him on every withdraw and welcomed him in with every push. Her ankles hooked behind his lower back.

Ryan shoved away the hot tingle of his orgasm, which already gathered at the base of his spine. He slipped fingers between the wet smack of their bodies, searching for her clit. He had to make this good for her.

It was already the best he’d ever had.

Chapter Six

At the start of the night, it had been about getting back at Tommy. Even an hour ago, it had been about playing games. Kissing. Flirting. Feeling like a desirable woman.

Now it was about the best damn sex of her life.

Lordy, what had prompted her to grab that costume off the rack? Maybe the way he kept toying with her braids, and how he practically drooled when gaping at her stockings. Or maybe because she knew, without a doubt, that she’d never be riding Ryan Haverty in a sex-shop dressing room if she were dressed as herself. Plain ol’ Cass Whitman was responsible, timid and far too anxious about what people thought.

The black lace and the pinch of the corset made it almost…easy. To give in to what she desired. To be as depraved and greedy as he made her feel.

She moaned. Each drive shoved harder, pushed deeper. Ryan’s thumb hooked between her pussy lips. He didn’t even have to circle against her clit, just held still. Pressed. The motion of her body was enough as she rubbed and thrust.

Fingers wide, she grabbed as much of his lean, hard bulk as she could—the power in his shoulders and the sinewy grace of his upper back. Needing more of him, more of this gorgeous man, she tugged open his shirt. The top two buttons pinged away.

“Oh, look at you,” she breathed.

He had the most delicious thatch of chest hair. It whorled over flat nipples, shadowing the strong curve of his pectorals. Fine brown hair tapered down to a point that bisected a taut, defined six-pack. His abs contracted and relaxed with each grind, accentuating his power.

It was too much.
Too much.

Cass wanted more.

She fitted her mouth against his throat and sucked hard. He jerked beneath her, his rhythm faltering.

“Goddamn,” he groaned. “Do it, baby. Suck me.”

Cass shuddered. Hearing rough talk from such a polite gentleman set her insides on fire. She nibbled, teasing, tasting his salty sweat, before delving in for another deep, sucking kiss. Already the marks showed on his chest, no matter the bizarre red-haze lighting. A thrill surged through her. She’d never intentionally left marks on a man’s skin. She did it again, then again, as she bit the hard curve of his pectoral.

Ryan grunted. “Goddamn, that’s good.”

Sweat trickled down his throat. Cass licked it away.

“Your turn,” she panted against his shoulder.

He leaned her back, arching her cleavage out before him like a buffet. His thrusts slowed just enough for him to concentrate. The intensity of his expression might have made her giggle earlier in the night, but her laughter had fizzled away when he pushed into her pussy.

His hands back on her ass, he used only his mouth. With tongue and teeth and lips, he feasted on the swells of her breasts. The corset held them up to be worshiped.

He’d reached his limit. She could tell the moment it happened, when taut muscles began to tremble. Ryan laid his cheek against her breast. Wrapping her arms around his head, Cass held him close. Locked together.

She glanced to the left where the dressing-room mirror detailed their entwined pose. Oh, God. That wasn’t her at all. No, some naughty slut was riding a stranger in a dressing room. She watched as his body fucked up into her, each stroke tighter, more truncated now. The sight of his tense hands, so dark against the white flesh of her upper thighs, was the last push she needed.

Her orgasm became a guarantee, a promise she could feel
just there
. She didn’t have to fight for it anymore.

Cass nuzzled her mouth up to his ear. “Ryan, your body is magnificent,” she whispered. “Do you know that? Fucking
gorgeous
.”