When she faced him again, her pulse was racing madly, her breasts swollen and tight, and little rivulets of moisture were beginning to trickle down her inner thighs. “Do you, ah, like it?” she asked, pulling the very short hem of the chemise an inch or so lower.

Ian’s gaze shifted reluctantly from her near-naked body to the crotch of his trousers, where an extremely impressive erection was tenting the fabric. “Does that answer your question?” he rasped. “I, ah, think perhaps the fashion show should wrap up now, love.”

But Tessa’s eyes were fixated on the sight of his massive erection, unable to tear her gaze away. She licked her lips as she sank to her knees in front of him, his widespread legs on either side of her.

“You poor thing,” she murmured in a decidedly seductive voice that sounded oddly foreign to her. “Ooh, we really must do something to take care of you. After all, it’s not like you can just walk out of here in this condition.”

“Tessa -” he began to admonish sternly. But then his head fell back against the wall with a low gasp as her hand tentatively stroked his throbbing cock.

“Let me,” she whispered, reaching for his zipper. “Let me take care of you, Ian.”

“Oh, Christ,” groaned Ian as she drew out the thick, hard length of his penis, the tip already oozing thick droplets of pre-cum.

“Mmm,” purred Tessa as she licked the pearly beads off his cock, just before taking him fully into her mouth.

“God. Fuck,” he snarled as she sucked him eagerly, his hips moving in an instinctive rhythm with her mouth.

She lifted her head, his cock slipping from between her lips while her hand continued to stroke him with the long, smooth motions she knew he liked. “Shh,” she warned him mischievously. “If Marlene or one of the others hear you come, you’ll never be able to look them in the face again.”

Ian growled as she teased him with the very same words he’d cautioned her with yesterday. “Come up here, then,” he commanded. “If you’re determined to take care of me, let it be mutual. Another rule I’m apparently breaking for you - shagging in a public place.”

She giggled as she straddled his lap, positioning the tip of his cock at the entrance to her drenched slit. “And here I thought you were the one corrupting me,” she joked.

“Wanton little minx,” he growled, squeezing the firm cheeks of her ass as she carefully lowered herself onto his erection. “You’re going to get us kicked out of this store.”

Tessa bit down on the inside of her cheek to stifle the moan she would have otherwise emitted as his cock filled her completely. As she began to ride him, she bent down and whispered in his ear, “No way would they kick you out after all the money you’ve spent. Besides, the door is locked.”

He groaned against her neck before pressing hot, fevered kisses along her throat, collarbone, the upper curves of her breast. Almost frantically, he jerked the strap of the sheer, lacy chemise off her shoulder, exposing one round, lush breast. As his mouth closed roughly over the nipple, muffling the moans rising up from his throat, she buried her face against the top of his dark head in an effort to silence her own sounds of passion.

She was close, oh so close, and could tell by the ferocity of his movements beneath her that he was, too, when a discreet knock sounded on the dressing room door. Tessa froze, but Ian evidently didn’t hear anything since he continued to piston his hips at a frantic pace. Then came the carefully modulated sound of Marlene’s voice.

“How are things coming along in there?” she asked. “Getting close to finishing up?”

Tessa had to shove a fist into her mouth to keep from laughing at Marlene’s very unintentional double entendre. Ian’s mouth was still busy sucking at her breast so she forced herself to reply in a rather high, thin voice, “Um, yes, thanks. Nearly done now.”

There was a long pause, during which Ian remained blissfully unaware of what was going on, and continued to ram his cock inside of her, bringing her ever closer to climax. Finally, Marlene murmured, “Well, just let me know if you need anything” at the precise moment Tessa’s orgasm ripped through her. Ian followed her moments later, his mouth clamping so fiercely on her breast as he did that she grimaced in pain.

He was panting like he’d just run the 400-yard dash, his hair mussed and a little damp as he stared up at her in a daze. “I swear to Christ you’re going to kill me,” he wheezed. “And in a public place to boot. You make me forget everything else when I’m inside you, Tessa.”

She smiled, tenderly brushing his hair back into place. “So much that you didn’t hear Marlene asking if we needed anything.”

He looked shocked, and then his cheeks grew red, something Tessa guessed happened to him very rarely. “Uh, do you think she -”

“Heard us? I don’t think so, especially since your mouth was - um, otherwise occupied.”

He glanced down at her still-exposed breast and frowned when he noticed the reddish mark around her areola. “Did I really do that? God, that’s how out of control I become around you, Tessa. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m just so fair skinned that I tend to bruise easily.”

Ian reluctantly pulled the strap of the chemise back up, covering her breast. “You’d better get dressed, love. Never mind about trying on the other things, we’ll just take them. I’m not sure I’d survive watching you for even one more minute.”

She gave a little wiggle, feeling his semi-hard cock still buried inside of her. “Hmm, feel like putting that theory to the test?”

He pinched her bare buttock - hard. “Not here, no. Besides, I think I’ll need some reinforcement before I’m ready to go again - an extra-large protein shake, a couple of handfuls of vitamins, the biggest, rarest steak the restaurant has available. And that nap I mentioned to you earlier - I’ll definitely need that whether you do or not.”

Tessa ran a finger over his firm mouth. “You seem to be going to an awful lot of trouble for me.”

He nuzzled his face into her cleavage. “Trust me, darling. It’s the best sort of trouble.”

***

“May I help you with your coat, madam?”

Ian frowned at the sharply dressed, overly friendly young man who had greeted them upon their arrival at the restaurant. With his usual discerning manner, he hadn’t missed the very interested way the host had not so discreetly checked Tessa out. There was no way in hell he would allow the would-be Lothario to put a hand on her, no matter how innocently.