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XAVIER

I open the car door for Nyx and hand my keys to the store’s valet. She seems in better spirits than when I picked her up, thankfully, and I’m hoping that I can keep a smile on that beautiful face of hers.

When we enter the brightly lit space, we’re greeted by two of the shop’s associates who immediately hand us each a flute of champagne. “ Mr . Atwood , your order is ready for pick up at the counter. Is there anything else we can help you with?”

Nyx lets out a quiet snort beside me, but when I glance over, she simply sips her wine.

“ My friend needs a dress for tonight. Formal attire.”

“ Preferably something in black,” Nyx adds.

The worker scans her head-to-toe and forces a smile. “ Sure thing. I’ll grab some options, and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

When she disappears into a different area of the store, Nyx turns to face me, smiling into her glass. “ So , is this how it always is for you? Women tripping over themselves in your presence. ‘ Yes , Mr . Atwood .’ ‘ Whatever you want, Mr . Atwood .’” She mimics the store clerk. “‘ Can I suck your cock in the change room, Mr . Atwood .’”

“ Are you offering?” I raise an eyebrow.

“ Please . It’s just pathetic how these women fall all over themselves just to get you to smile at them.”

“ Do I detect a note of jealousy?”

She straightens, standing tall. “ Not at all.”

I’m about to push back when the attendant walks back out.

“ I pulled a few dresses I think would be suitable. If you could follow me.”

We trail behind her, Nyx looking mildly annoyed. I smirk. She’s not wrong. Most women work overtime in an attempt to get my attention. On the other hand, Nyx has never once made me feel like I’m just a walking dollar sign. She shoots it straight and has a sassy mouth that I find cute as fuck. That’s one of the things I like best about her.

Being with her may be a terrible idea, but it’s not like it’s anything serious. It’s fun, and it’s been a hell of a while since I had any of that.

“ You can sit here.” The attendant points toward a couch next to the mirrors. “ And the dresses are in there.” She directs Nyx to a changing room. “ If you need anything at all, let me know, and I can select different options or sizes.”

“ Thank you,” Nyx murmurs.

I take my seat on the couch, waiting for her to come out in the first dress and, when she does, I have to remind myself to breathe.

“ What do you think?” she asks, smoothing her hands over the fabric of the black, floor-length, strapless dress. It hugs the curves of her body just right, with a long slit starting from the top of her thigh. She looks stunning.

“ Well ?” She stares at me expectantly.

I cough, taking another sip of champagne before finding my words. “ It looks perfect. You look…” Beautiful , sexy, delectable . “ Perfect .”

Her smile is shy as she turns, looking at herself from all angles. “ I’ll try on the others, but this is a contender.”

She walks back into the change room, and I release a breath. She tries on the next three dresses, but none of them hold a candle to the first one.

“ Fuck !” I hear her voice from behind the curtain after trying on the last gown.

“ Are you okay in there?” I call out.

“ Yeah .” And then after a few seconds. “ No , actually, can you help me.”

I step into the dressing room.

“ The zipper snagged on the dress material, and I can’t get it down.”

“ Let me try.” She turns her back to me, and the zipper is definitely stuck. No matter how hard, I try it won’t budge.

“ We have to rip the dress.”

“ We can’t!”

“ It’s fine, we’ll buy it. They won’t care.”

She sighs defeated. “ Fine .”

I forcefully yank the zipper and it finally releases its hold, creating a little hole. I push my fingers into the space, widening it before I pull the fabric apart.

The sound of the gown tearing is loud in the small room.

“ Um , thanks,” Nyx says, facing me as she struggles to hold the torn dress up.

“ Of course,” I reply, meeting her gaze. “ I knew I would tear you out of a dress today. I just didn’t think it would be here.”

She bites her lower lip, her eyes filled with lust. “ Is that what you have planned for me, daddy?”

I step toward her, causing her to back up against the wall of the confined space.

“ Call me that again, and I’ll make you come right here in this change room.”

Her eyes flare with determination, taking my words as a challenge. “ Daddy .”

“ Fuck , Nyx .” Before her, I’d never had a woman call me that, but every time she does, something inside me snaps.

“ Umm … Mr . Atwood . I apologize,” the voice of a worker comes from behind the curtain. “ But we have a strict one person per change room rule.”

Nyx smirks and whispers, “ Oh , well.”

I poke my head out and look at the staff member. “ I will buy all four of these over-priced dresses if you leave right now and don’t come back.”

Her eyes widen and she looks over my shoulder to where I’m sure she can see Nyx , barely clothed.

She nods, and then without a word, walks away.

“ Oh my God , you didn’t just do that.”

“ Lean against the wall and keep quiet unless you want to give the workers a story to tell when their shifts are over.”

“ I’m pretty sure you just gave them that.”

I don’t respond. I’m too busy getting onto my knees. I push up her dress and place light kisses along the inside of her thigh until I’m met with the damp material of her thong. I inhale deeply, allowing my nose to brush against her sensitive bundle of nerves. Her entire body shivers with anticipation as my cock hardens. “ Fuck , you’re already wet. Was this what you were hoping for when I came in here?”

I push the flimsy fabric to the side, and let one finger glide between her slick folds.

“ No ,” she whimpers as my finger circles the spot most desperate for my attention.

“ Why are you lying, hurricane? Your body is giving you away.”

My mouth is watering for a taste of her. No longer able to hold myself back, I lap at her clit, taking my time teasing her.

“ You keep tempting me,” I murmur, my mouth pressed against her. “ I’ve thought of nothing but doing this again since I saw you last.”

Her breath becomes shallow and one of her hands grasps at my shoulder as she struggles to remain steady. I suck on her clit and feel her grip grow tighter.

“ Fuck !” she whisper-shouts. “ I’m going to come, keep doing that.”

As if I could ever stop. I’m eating her pussy like it’s my last meal, her juices running down my chin.

“ Oh my God . Oh my God . Oh my God .” Her body writhes against me, chasing after her pleasure, as my tongue turns circles around her swollen mound. “ Ahh ! I’m coming.”

Her hips jerk, and I slow my ministrations as she comes down from her orgasm. I stand, pulling her in for a kiss so that she can taste herself on my lips.

“ Let’s get going.”