Excerpt:

At five minutes to closing, Morin Lansing flipped off the ‘open’ sign and the display window lights then stormed across the store to the dressing room. Paul would be here in half an hour to pick her up. Time to ask her customers to leave.

The man had insisted on being in the dressing room with his girlfriend…wife…

Whatever...

The two of them went through at least twenty different dresses. Three of the last four draped over the rod holding the privacy curtain.

Morin opened her mouth to speak but stopped as a soft moan slipped through the thin curtain. She raised her hand to knock on the doorframe but a breathy groan made her hesitate.

Peering through a tiny opening in the curtain, revealed the woman–fair and curvy– her shoulders pressed against the wall with her hips pushed forward. The woman’s mouth hung agape, her tongue skittered across her full lower lip.

Morin dropped her gaze. Following the swell of the woman’s breasts, past the six hundred dollar dress–not yet paid for–hiked around her waist and found the dark-haired man with his face buried in the apex of the woman’s thighs. His hands rustled under a swath of expensive silk near her ass.

Heat swirled in Morin’s lower stomach. An ache of need reminded her of Paul’s recent neglect in the bedroom.

‘Jason…’ The woman breathed his name like a reverent prayer. ‘We shouldn’t…’

Jason lifted his head. His lips glistened with her juices. ‘Come on, baby… You know the rules. If it’s on your list, you have to go through with it.’ The staid suit jacket was gone and his tie pulled loose, dangling down his open shirt.

‘List?’ Morin’s lips mouthed the word. Her teeth caught her bottom lip, forcing silence. Curiosity kept her still, suppressing a shiver of desire.

‘I know.’ The woman’s whisper was almost inaudible.

Jason’s hands ran down her thighs and back up again. ‘Hey, the list thing was your idea but we can stop if you want to.’

‘No!’ Her fingers ran through his hair. ‘No…’ This time the word was gentler. She banged the back of her head against the wall with a soft thud. ‘What if the salesgirl comes back?’

Standing, Jason planted a quick kiss on the woman’s mouth. He sucked on her lower lip then murmured, ‘Then we get caught. Wasn’t that part of the excitement? Part of what got you so hot to begin with?’

A shudder swept through Morin from the base of her neck, down her spine and straight to her sex. Wet heat laced through her pussy.

‘You’re so sexy…standing there exposing yourself,’ Jason mumbled between kisses. ‘Sara, so hot…’

Sara wrapped one leg around Jason’s thigh. Her body undulated against her lover’s crotch. A flush reddened her creamy breasts rising up her throat then to her face. ‘Yes…’ Her whisper barely reached Morin’s ears. ‘Let’s do it.’

Twining his fingers through Sara’s hair, Jason ravaged her mouth with passion-filled kisses, hard and deep. He angled his head from one side to the other, revealing a flash of tangled tongues, as he devoured her mouth.

Morin pressed a hand to her lips as if she could feel the bruising assault. Her face flushed with heat. A thin sheen of sweat beaded her forehead.

Jason freed one hand from Sara’s hair. Sliding down, he cupped a full breast. His thumb and forefinger tweaked a barely concealed nub into a plump knot.

Soft moans escaped from Sara, past Jason’s lips. Her body ground against him with more and more frantic motions. Lifting her leg higher, she hooked her heel into his tight muscled ass. Her fingers curled into his broad back.

Morin’s rapid breath threatened to expand into a full-blown pant. Afraid they’d hear her, she cupped a hand over her mouth, forcing slower breaths through her nose. Her body trembled with fear of discovery and the delicious thrill of the forbidden.

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