The Affair

“Oh yeah, give me that,” he grated out.

Both his hands on her hips, he sunk into her, their skin smacking together loudly. He clamped his eyes together, his body coiling tight.

He detonated. His eyes sprung open in surprise at the breathtaking flood of pleasure. When that first powerful wave passed, he lowered his head and moved, fucking her in short, hard thrusts while he ejaculated, popping her ass with his pelvis in a harsh, staccato rhythm. He knew then and there he must be an animal, to take so much primal satisfaction in leaving part of himself so high and deep inside her.

He held her to him tightly, gasping.

Please let that saleswoman hold true to her promise to keep everyone away from the large space of the private sitting room and attached fitting room.

He’d never intended to embarrass Emma.

He just couldn’t get this grinding, feral need for her in check.

Chapter 25

As they left the locked-off dressing room suite later, Va

“What is it?” he asked quietly, pausing next to the door.

Emma gave him an exasperated glance. “It’s just so embarrassing. They all must know what we were doing in here.”

“They can imagine whatever they want. They don’t know anything. And it’s not remotely their business either way.”

Something struck her and she gasped, horrified. “Oh my God, what if there were surveillance cameras for security. Some places have those—”

“Not here,” he said firmly, giving her a pointed glance. “Trust me. I checked into it. I wouldn’t expose either of us like that. Okay?” he said with absolute certitude. She nodded.

His lips tilted as he lifted her hand to his mouth. Maybe he’d noticed her dazed expression. His lips felt warm when he brushed them across her knuckles. Immediately, the memory of what his mouth had felt like on her sex flamed vividly in her consciousness.

He exhaled and shook his head, an amused, fond expression on his face. “You’re blushing bright red again. I’m just going to go and pick up a few items from Sophia. Go on down to the first floor by the doors and try to cool off. I’ll meet you there.”

She was thankful she wouldn’t have to face Sophia or some of the younger sales associates again. She’d cringe in the presence of their knowing glances and smirks.

Once they were in the car and on Lake Shore Drive, Emma noticed something in the bag he’d set in the backseat. She reached behind her and withdrew the signature box of the perfume she’d been trying on in Macy’s, the one she loved but could never afford.

“The perfume!” she exclaimed, gri

“You smelled like straight-up sex when I found you at Macy’s earlier. It might have been partially responsible for what happened back there in the dressing room,” he stated wryly, staring at the road again.

“Really?” she said, letting the box fall back into the bag. “I thought it was really fresh and light, not . . . you know, musky or anything.”

“It was you that smelled like sex, Emma. The perfume was just a nice sideshow.”

At Va

“Will anyone be there, when we arrive?” she asked him delicately.

He shook his head as he drove down the country road. “No, I called Vera while you were in the dressing room and told her to let the staff go early, and for her to take off as well.”

Emma exhaled with relief. He gave her a swift glance. “Why?” he asked.

“She doesn’t like me. Your aunt. It would have just been . . . awkward to run into her in your house.”

“Has she said something to you?” Va

“She doesn’t have to say anything, Va

His mouth clamped together as they approached the garage. “I doubt that. But if she makes you uncomfortable, just ignore her. I told you, she can be a bit territorial at times.”

“So she hated other women you’ve seen in the past?” Emma asked as they approached the garage.

Va

“Well it’s nice to know that I’m the only one who brings out the worst in her,” Emma said lightly, determined not to let Vera Shaw—or anything, for that matter—dampen her mood on this promising, stolen night alone with Va

It turned out that Va

Inside the bag he’d left her she found not only the perfume he’d bought her, but a darling sky-blue bikini, a cute sheer tunic to be used as a beach cover-up, and a pair of flip-flops.

Once Va

She really was crazy for allowing this level of intimacy with Va

How could she regret anything in association with him? And it wasn’t as if they hadn’t taken measures to ensure safety.

She got out and dried off. In the shower area, she discovered a vanity with several grooming supplies stored beneath it. She opened a small bottle of mouthwash and used it and applied some deodorant. Knowing it was stupid, because it would only be washed away in the pool, she opened Va

A minute later, she self-consciously examined herself in the mirror, wearing only the bikini and sandals. There hadn’t been much opportunity for her to be in the sun yet this year. She looked far too pale, although her cheeks, lips, and chest were still pink . . . sex-flushed, she realized.

She slipped on the beach cover-up, glad Sophia had the sense to include it.

It was a beautiful summer evening when she stepped out of the changing room door. The sun glinted off the gemlike spread of water, blinding her momentarily. It hadn’t cooled off much since the worst heat of the day, but the breeze from Lake Michigan was refreshing. Clutching a small bottle of sunscreen that she always kept in her purse, Emma descended the outdoor flight of steps that led to the pool level. When she got there, she saw that Va