Page 50 of Wicked Takeover
He lifted her hand, took a bite of the ice cream, and returned to his work.
Later in the day, he caught up with her at the front counter. Jasmina was in the back, smartphone to her ear, talking dirty to her boyfriend. Van Gogh was in his station, surfing the net for designs to please a particularly difficult client. The customers were gone, none expected for a half hour unless there was a walk-in.
Anyone could cruise inside. The front door wasn’t locked. If Lauren noticed or cared, she didn’t show it. She focused solely on him.
He couldn’t have been more pleased.
Using his body, he directed her to the counter, her back against it, the front door behind her. He dropped to one knee, bunched her skirt in front, and shoved it beneath the waistband to expose her tummy, furry mound, and luscious cleft.
Lauren’s face went redder than he thought possible. She shifted her weight but didn’t protest. For that, he gave her a wink and pressed his face to her curls.
The world stopped. His entire being registered her arousing fragrance: sweet, sultry, warm, and inviting. He tongued her curls. Her tummy quivered. His cock stiffened as it had when she’d run her mouth down it. He cupped her ass, pulled her close, and licked her cleft. She couldn’t have been wetter, her nub as hard as his rod.
He lapped her clit.
She jerked. Her elbows hit the counter. The small noise seemed huge in the relative quiet. An instrumental with an easy, romantic beat played; an occasional car passed; tourists and locals tramped down the street. Their muted laughter and conversations hardly proved intrusive but did serve as a reminder that he and Lauren wouldn’t be alone for long.
He grasped her tightly, unwilling to allow her escape. This moment was too tempting. He held her clit carefully between his teeth and suckled.
Faint feline sounds poured from Lauren. Her buttocks tensed.
He increased his grip and used her shamelessly, slipping his fingers between her cheeks, stroking her anus as she’d done with him.
Lauren squirmed but couldn’t do much else. He’d confined her too well.
He slowed his licks and then quickened them. His tongue circled her nub rather than touching it.
She made a frustrated noise.
That didn’t compel him to give her what she wanted.
Down the hall, a chair hit a table. Possibly in the back room. He guessed Jasmina had finished her conversation and would soon be on the move.
Lauren was oblivious. She’d worked her hands through his hair and used it to anchor his mouth on her. More moisture seeped from her, nearly driving him crazy with its wonderful flavor.
Jasmina’s footfalls echoed in the hall.
Dante bit back an oath and licked Lauren as quickly as he could in the spot that mattered most.
She peaked immediately.
He stood and slapped down her skirt.
Jasmina reached the front.
Lauren breathed hard.
Dante pointed to the belt buckles in the display case. “I’ll pull up the stats on which of these are selling well and which aren’t so we can return those to the vendors.”
Jasmina took one look at Lauren’s flushed face and hurried over. “Don’t cry.” She hugged her. “Everything will be all right.”
“She’ll be fine.” Dante turned to Lauren. “Right?”
She struggled to calm her breathing. “Yeah. I’ll be okay.”
Jasmina rocked her. “Things will get better, you’ll see.” She looked past Lauren’s shoulder to Dante. “You should take her out to eat tonight. You can talk business over dinner. Make. It. Fun.”
Her suggestion sounded like a command. “There’s a thought.”
