Hayden opened her mouth, but Beck spoke first. “Yes, we’re looking for some bras.”
“What size? Have you been measured, dear?” Claire asked Hayden.
“Um, thirty-four-C,” she mumbled.
“Excellent.”
“I bought some panties in here a few weeks ago,” Beck added. “Maybe you have some bras that would match? Black with ivory lace? Pink lace?”
“Hmm. Let’s see.” Claire seemed to know her stock, as she glided across the thick red carpet and pulled down a bra. “How’s this?”
“Perfect.”
She handed the bra to Hayden and continued looking while Beck explored too.
“I like this one,” he said, holding up a sheer lace bra for Hayden to see. “We can buy the panties that go with it.”
Jesus, just picturing her in it was giving him a stiffy.
“Oh my God,” Hayden said under breath. “What is happening here?” She glanced from the bra in her hands to the one Beck held up.
“Baby.” He moved closer to her and bumped his hips into hers. He wanted to do more than that—he wanted to grind his growing erection against her sweet pussy—but not in public.
Claire returned with several more options. Beck checked each of them out, rejecting only one—he didn’t care for the wide straps on it.
“Let’s get a fitting room started for you,” Claire said, turning on a sharp heel and walking away from them.
Beck eased Hayden after her.
Claire entered a room and hung the bras on hooks while Hayden stood outside, rubbing her hands together and glancing around. Beck had never been back here—he’d shopped there before, but not with a woman. Subtle lighting designed to flatter illuminated the space. Elegant cream-and-pink wallpaper covered the walls, and plush chairs sat grouped in a corner.
“There you go.” Claire popped out, beaming a smile. “If you need me to get you a different size or style, just press this button here.” She indicated the small button inside the door.
Hayden’s eyelashes fluttered as she entered the dressing room. Beck followed, closing the door behind him.
“What are you doing?” Now her eyes burst wide open. “You can’t come in here!”
“Why not?” He gestured. “They clearly made this room big enough for two. And hey, there’s a place for me to sit.” He lowered himself onto the red velvet chaise.
“But…but I…”
“Relax, baby.” He leaned forward. “Just enjoy the experience.”
She licked her lips. “I’m freaked out.”
“I see that. C’mere.” He reached for her hand and tugged her closer, then down onto his lap. His eager dick twitched against her ass. He slid a hand around the back of her neck and brought her mouth down to meet his. He brushed a soft kiss over her lips, pressed his mouth to hers, then opened his mouth and licked inside. Her lips parted and her tongue stroked his and heat exploded between them as they kissed, over and over.
A moment later, she was trembling and panting. “Sweet Jesus,” she gasped. “We can’t do this here.”
“Sure we can. Claire won’t bother us unless we ring the bell. Just trying to relax you, baby.”
“I’m not relaxing. I’m…I’m getting hot…”
“Mmm. Good.” He kissed her again and as he did so he slid his hands up under her T-shirt. She shivered at his touch on her skin and he slowly lifted the T-shirt higher, over her breasts and over her head. “There you go. Need to get you undressed so I can see you in that pretty underwear.”
She moaned.
He snapped open the back fastener of her bra, a basic beige T-shirt bra. Nothing wrong with that—he knew there was a need for such things at times. But there were also times when something pretty and sexy was better.
She sat topless on his lap, her cheeks flushed a bright pink, her eyes sparkling with desire.
“Gorgeous. Look at you.” He cupped her tits, loving how their soft weight filled his palms, her nipples puckered up into sweet points.
“Oh God, Beck. This is so…outrageous.”
“I know.” He caressed her breasts, watching his hands shape them, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. Her smile at his words made his heart jump in his chest. He slid his hands down her sides to her waist then lifted her off him. “Okay, baby, try on the bras.”
Still blushing, she reached for one and slipped it on. When she adjusted her breasts in the sheer cups, his dick thickened even more. She bit her lip and turned to the gilt-framed mirror.
“Looks like it fits,” Beck said.
She turned her shoulders one way, then the other, and back to face him. “It’s perfect.”