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  “What are you doing, you little minx?”

  Continuing to caress him, she leaned down and took his mouth with hers, kissing him until they were both struggling for breath.

  “You asked for a private lingerie showing. I intend to show you just how this particular lingerie works. ”

  Before he could respond, she arched over him and fit the head of his cock through the slit in her underwear. He sucked in his breath in surprise as he slid through the material and deep into her wetness.

  “Holy shit. I’m buying you these in every color they have. ”

  She grinned, adjusted her position and then sank down until she’d sheathed his entire length. He curled his hands around her hips to keep her in place and nuzzled the lacy edge of her bra until he had the cup worked down enough that her nipple poked over the top.

  He licked the rigid peak, coaxing it even tighter. Her head fell back and she closed her eyes as pleasure shot through her veins. Up and down she bounced on his lap, aided by his hands still dug into her hips.

  The sheer naughtiness of having sex in a department store fueled her desire to greater heights. She felt incredibly sexy, daring, a vixen bent on pleasuring her man.

  Her head swung back down, and she fixed her stare to his as he pulled slowly away from her breast.

  “You are a deviant, naughty temptress,” he ground out.

  She lifted her behind from his lap and then slowly lowered herself back down his length until he was buried to the balls.

  “You say that like they’re bad qualities,” she said mischievously.

  “Oh hell no. You were already my dream girl. Today just cements it. I love every deviant bone in your body. Now I wonder how loud I can make you scream. ”

  The wicked gleam in his eyes told her he’d have no qualms about doing just that. Okay, so she might not mind being a naughty girl when she knew no one was looking, but it didn’t mean she was ready to let the entire store know that she and Max were fucking like bunnies behind a curtain.

  He chuckled low. “I’m teasing you, dolcezza. ”

  He lifted her up and motioned for her to stand. Confused, she did as he gestured and waited for what he wanted.

  He made a circling motion with his hand and she turned until her back was to him. Then he gripped her waist and guided her back toward his straining cock.

  “Lean forward. ”

  As she did his bidding, his hands left her waist and smoothed over her back, up her spine to her hair. Then he slowly worked back down, over her ass and to the slit in the crotch of her underwear.

  His finger eased inside her and her knees buckled. She would have pitched forward but he caught her with one hand. The head of his penis brushed through the underwear but instead of finding her entrance, it brushed over her clit.

  He rubbed back and forth from her quivering bud to her entrance and then back until she was slick and wet and so very ready to have him back inside her.

  She tried to take matters into her hands by pushing back when he rubbed around her opening. His response was to smack her loudly on the ass.

  She jumped, more startled than pained. All too soon the burn turned to a low hum of pleasure that worked over her behind and had her squirming for more.

  “Sit back now. ”

  Eager to do his bidding, she sat and closed her eyes as his length slid easily into her pussy.

  “Now work it. Fuck me. But watch yourself in the mirror as you do. ”

  She gasped. She’d forgotten about the triple mirror just in front of her. Now that her gaze lifted and focused on her reflection, she was transfixed by the naughty vixen staring back at her.

  Her breasts spilled from the dainty bra. Her legs were spread and she could see the mesh of flesh where she and Max were joined.

  Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes gleamed. Her hair… Her hair was tousled and mussed, her lips swollen. She looked like a woman well loved.

  She pulled forward just enough that his cock slid back almost out of her pussy. Mesmerized by the picture they presented, she slammed back, moaning at the instant sense of fullness.

  “Cup your breasts. Roll your nipples and let me watch you in the mirror. ”

  She straightened enough that he had a good view and then reached into the cups of her bra and lifted until her breasts came free.

  He wrapped his hands back around her hips and took over directing her movements while she pinched and rolled her nipples between her thumb and fingers.

  “You look beautiful. Wild and wanton. My sweet vixen. ”

  She stared back at herself, saw Max watching around her shoulder as he pulled her down on him over and over. She felt beautiful. And as he’d said, wanton. Wild. Bold.

  “Keep touching yourself. I’ll take care of the rest. ”

  Raw need rolled over her. Hot and edgy. Her skin prickled. Her orgasm bloomed, swelling until she fidgeted restlessly in his grasp.

  Her breasts, so much more sensitive now, felt heavy in her palms. Each brush of her fingers across her nipples sent shard after shard of ecstasy streaking through her abdomen and lower until she convulsed hotly around his cock.

  “Use your fingers on your clit. Come when I come, dolcezza. ”

  Leaving one of her breasts, she sucked her finger into her mouth until it was damp. Then she slowly trailed it down her midline, over her belly and underneath the lace of her panties until she delved into her folds to find her swollen, super-sensitized clit.

  As soon as she rolled her finger over the tiny nub of flesh, her entire body clenched painfully. He thrust harder, his grip tightening at her hips.

  She tried to call back the moan that welled in her throat but it came out in a low, husky hum.

  “That’s it, baby. Come for me. I’m so close. ”

  He was so tight inside her, so swollen and rigid that it became harder for him to thrust. Each movement sent her spiraling ever nearer to release.

  She gasped when he withdrew and plunged—hard—sending him to greater depths. There was an edgy mixture of pain and mind-bending pleasure that left her insides clawing to be set free.

  And then she simply catapulted forward. The excruciating tension broke, sending her into a million tiny pieces. A rainbow of color flashed in her vision and her reflected image blurred as he pumped harder and harder into her.

  With a growl he slammed her back onto his lap and held onto her so fiercely that his fingers left impressions in her skin. He flooded hot and hard into her clenching womb. She fell back into him, suddenly exhausted and limp.

  Max collected her into his arms, her back pressed to his chest. He turned her face toward him and nuzzled her cheek as he whispered over and over that he loved her.

  Drowsily she opened her eyes to see herself in the mirror. Sprawled indelicately across Max’s lap, his cock trapped between her legs. She was wet and sticky, and she glanced ruefully down at the very expensive panties they’d just ruined.

  “Guess you’ll be buying these for sure. ”

  He chuckled and nibbled affectionately at her shoulder. “These and a dozen others. ”

  She tried to stand but teetered on the ridiculous heels she’d slipped on. Her legs were as shaky as a newborn colt’s.

  Max caught her before she could pitch forward and then he rose.

  “Get cleaned up and changed. I’ll take care of getting your clothing together. Oh, and wear one of those pairs of underwear out of the store with the red skirt we chose and the silk top. ”

  “I’m going to freeze!” she protested.

  The corner of his mouth lifted into a smile. “I’ll keep you warm, dolcezza. ”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Callie felt conspicuous as they left the store and Max tucked her into the backseat of his car. It was silly. No one knew what she had on underneath her skirt. The underwear was perfectly respectable…except for the sly little gap that made her pussy accessible. Max gave the driver instru
ctions, although Callie didn’t much pay attention to where they were going. Then Max turned his attention to her and pulled her onto his lap so that she sat sideways across him.

  The flat of his palm rested on her knee and he pushed higher, taking the filmy material of her skirt with him. She sucked in her breath and cast a nervous glance in the driver’s direction, but the privacy glass was up. He couldn’t see back here, could he?

  She promptly forgot all about her concerns when Max’s fingers dipped past the slit in her underwear and found her damp heat.

  She’d just had the orgasm to end all orgasms and yet when he touched her, her body leapt to instant and aching awareness.

  “You’re playful today, dolcezza. And very, very naughty. I’ll have to come up with a suitable punishment for your wanton behavior. ”

  Her eyes widened and she stared incredulously at him. “Punishment? You ought to be thanking me. What guy wouldn’t like for a woman to fuck his brains out during a lingerie show? Why on earth would you punish me?”

  He smiled. “Because it suits me?”

  Ah, the answer to everything in Max’s world. Because it suited him. She should have remembered that his punishments had little to do with actual infractions and more to do with his whims. Not that she minded.

  Still, she turned her bottom lip down into a pouty sulk, because she also knew he loved it when she pouted.

  He leaned up, caught her bottom lip between his teeth and sucked it into his mouth. “Such a pretty pout. I’ll have to punish you for that too. ”

  She rolled her eyes but squeezed them shut when he slid two fingers into her pussy. He continued to play as they rolled down the avenue. Forgotten was her complaint that she’d freeze in her current apparel. She was flushed from head to toe as he worked his magic. He was patient. Very exacting. Working her to the point of orgasm and then stopping until she came down from the verge.

  Then he’d begin again until she was crazy with wanting. His thumb stroked gently over her clit as his fingers explored her swollen tissues. He added a third finger and she arched, knowing that if he didn’t stop at this precise point, she’d come.

  Only he did.

  He laughed softly at her expression. She could only imagine how frustrated she looked. She wanted to pounce on him and fuck his brains out all over again, and she couldn’t care less whether the driver saw and heard.

  “Would you like to come?”

  “Yes!” she hissed.

  Slowly he withdrew his fingers, and then he licked each one, sucking her moisture from the tips, all the while staring at her.

  “I want you hungry. I want you on edge. I plan to keep you there all afternoon. Then I’m going to take you home and spank that pretty ass of yours until you’re begging me to take you. Then and only then am I going to fuck you. It won’t be easy, dolcezza. I’m going to own you. It won’t be a nice, easy taking. You’ll have no doubt as to my possession. I’m going to fuck that sultry mouth of yours. I’m going to fuck you here. ” He slid his fingers between her legs again and opened her as he ran a finger around her entrance. “And I’m going to fuck that delectable ass of yours and then I’m going to come all over you. Then I think I’ll spank you all over again. ”

  She quivered from head to toe. Heat rushed over her skin until she felt faint. She wavered in his grasp, bobbling like a tipsy party girl. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t respond to the vivid images bombarding her brain.

  Suddenly there was nothing more she wanted to do than to go home and allow him to do as he pleased. And damn the man, but he knew it. The satisfied, predatory smile on his face spoke volumes. He knew precisely what he was doing to her and he loved every minute.

  She sagged against him and tucked her head underneath his chin as she stared out the window at passing traffic. “You are an evil, evil man, Max Wilder. Damn if I don’t love you anyway. ”

  He chuckled. “You love me because I’m evil, and you are my match, dolcezza. You are every bit as evil as I am. I love that about you. ”

  She raised her head and stared back at him, all teasing gone. “I’m just happy that you love me. ”

  He stared at her a long moment before sliding his hand over her cheek and then upward into her hair. He gathered the strands tight into his fist and pulled her toward his mouth to take her in a savage, demanding kiss.

  For several seconds, she could barely breathe as he ravaged her lips, took possession of her mouth and tasted every inch of it.

  As he pulled away, his eyes darkened with intensity. “Never doubt my love for you, Callie. ”

  “I won’t,” she said softly. “Not now. ”

  “Not ever. ”

  She nodded.

  Max glanced ahead and then carefully arranged her skirt so that she was covered. “We’re here. ”

  She slid off his lap onto the seat and finished arranging her clothing so that she was presentable. “Where’s here?”

  He smiled. “You’ll see. ”

  The driver opened the door and Max stepped out. He reached back to take Callie’s hand and helped her onto the sidewalk. She blinked to try and clear the cobwebs that were muddying her mind. That was also Max’s fault. Her brain had gone to mush and now all she could think about was what was to come later.