Page 10 of Sweetest Sin (Tempting Love #1)

Peyton

When Dominick said we would go by the store to find me a dress and bathing suit, I thought he meant Target or Walmart.

So, when we pulled up to the most adorable local boutique, I was pleasantly surprised.

But once we walked in, I was in heaven. Beautiful dresses donned the mannequins, and every style swimsuit imaginable hung on the walls.

Gorgeous shoes, heels, and wedges were showcased on the shelves.

I could’ve bought one of everything. Until I saw the price tags.

With one look, I stepped back, and that had Dominick insisting that he was paying. And since he clearly makes enough money to—I mean, the guy books two business-class seats just so no one will sit next to him—and the brunch is for his business meeting, who am I to say no?

“What do you think?” I ask, doing a quick twirl in a navy-blue-and-white floral dress that is cut low in the front, showcasing my cleavage, and hits just above my knees.

I thought Dominick would tell me to grab something and meet me at the register, so I was shocked when he sat in the seat outside of the dressing room and told me to model each one for him.

I’ve tried on and shown him two other dresses, and he’s looked at both like he wants to rip them off and fuck me against the wall in the changing room.

To be honest, I wouldn’t be opposed.

“That’s the one,” he says, his gaze gleaming with want. “But just to make sure, turn around one more time. I didn’t get a good enough look from the back.”

I playfully roll my eyes but twirl again. “You know, if you want to check out my ass, all you have to do is?—”

Before I make it all the way around or finish my sentence, the front of his body is pressed against my back, and he’s pushed me against the wall in the changing room, caging me in. He’s so close that I can smell his fresh, masculine scent, and it momentarily distracts me.

Until his hand goes to my hip, and his face nuzzles into the side of my neck.

I gasp at his touch and wait to see what he’ll do next.

“Fuck, you smell so good,” he murmurs, running his nose along my now-heated flesh.

“It’s lavender,” I say dumbly.

He inhales deeply, and a shiver visibly races through my body, making him chuckle.

“Tell me I can touch you,” he whispers against my ear. “That I can slide my hand under this dress and feel how wet you are. I bet this cunt is drenched.”

I tighten my legs and nod.

“You know I need to hear the words,” he says, his voice smooth, like he’s not anywhere as affected as I am.

“Yes,” I breathe, desperate for him. “You can do whatever the hell you want to me,” I find myself saying.

He turns me around so my back is against the wall and our fronts are almost flush together. Even while I’m still in my work heels, he’s only about six inches taller than me, yet it feels like he towers over me with his dominating presence.

His hand glides down my waist and under my dress while his mouth hovers millimeters above mine. He doesn’t make any move to kiss me though as his fingers skate across the hem of my panties and slide underneath, the rough pads just barely grazing the hood of my pussy.

When the tip of his finger lands on my clit, I gasp, and then Dominick’s mouth is on me. He kisses exactly how I imagined he would—strong and demanding.

He taps the top of my pussy, and I part my legs slightly, giving him access, as our lips curve around one another.

“Fuck, Peaches, you really are soaked,” he murmurs against my lips as he slides his finger through my center, causing warmth to flood through my veins.

The pad of his finger reaches the sensitive bud between my legs, and I release a soft moan at how good it feels.

Dominick deepens the kiss by sliding his tongue into my mouth and stroking mine.

With our mouths fused together, our tongues move frantically against one another.

One of his hands grips the curve of my hip while the other massages my clit.

And in response, I rest my hands on his chest, needing to touch him back.

I’m fully aware this is our first kiss, but it feels like we’ve done this a million times, and I have to remind myself that what we’re doing has an expiration date.

Today, I feel like a princess. But tomorrow, I’ll turn back into a pumpkin.

Dominick will return home—which I’m assuming is Harbor Point since he always flies to and from there—and I’ll go to Coral Bay, where I’ll focus on my mom as we count down the days she has left.

Just as that morbid thought hits me, Dominick adds pressure to my clit, and my orgasm overtakes me. He swallows my moans of pleasure, and when my orgasm begins to subside and I try to push him away, he lightens his touch as our kiss moves from hard and deep to a soft caress.

“Thank God I have more time with you,” he mutters once he breaks the kiss, his forehead pressing against mine. “Otherwise, I’d say fuck the sightseeing and drag your sexy ass to the hotel I booked.”

I can’t help the giggle that escapes me.

Dominick is a charmer.

“C’mon,” he says, pulling his fingers out of my panties and taking a step back. “We’re going to be late for brunch.”

“I still have to pick out a swimsuit,” I remind him, making him groan.

“That can’t happen,” he says. “If I see you in a bikini, we’ll never make it to my meeting. Do you know your size?”

“Yeah,” I say with a laugh as I grab my clothes from the floor and he threads our fingers together, guiding us back to the main area of the boutique.

“We’re taking this dress,” he tells the saleswoman. Then, to me, he says, “Grab a few bikinis, and you can try them on later.” His gaze descends to my feet. “And a pair of heels that match the dress.”

Dominick pays for the items, and when I thank him for the cute new dress, heels, and swimsuits, he grants me a brief yet toe-curling kiss.

“This meeting needs to be quick,” he mutters once we’re back in the town car. “I took it as an excuse to come here so I didn’t look like a crazy stalker, but now, I’m wishing I hadn’t.”

“You can’t stalk the willing,” I tell him, pulling his face to mine for a kiss. “But don’t worry. It will be over soon, and then we’ll have the rest of the day and night.”

“Mmm,” he hums against my lips. “I’m not sure that will be enough time for everything I want to do with you.”

“Well, it will have to be,” I say, pulling back. “Because that’s all we have.”

While Dominick does his business stuff, I switch out my work heels for the cute boho-style beige wedge sandals I chose. They’re both classy and comfortable. Then, I let my hair down and fluff it since it was up for the flight before reapplying my lipstick.

I’ve just finished making myself presentable when the car pulls up to what looks like a beautiful resort.

“Is this where your meeting is?” I ask as the driver opens the door for us.

“It’s also where we’re staying,” Dominick states.

I whip my head around to look at him in shock.

“What do you mean, where we’re staying?” I whisper, looking at the resort in a new light.

I can’t see beyond the main building, but it screams luxury and wealth, and I could be wrong, but I think I saw this resort listed as one that celebrities stay at when they visit the Dominican Republic.

“The airline paid for a hotel near the airport. We could stay there for free.”

Dominick takes my hand in his, and with nothing more than a swift, incredulous look my way, he heads past the valet and into the entrance of the resort.

“Hey,” I say, tugging on his hand. “I spoke to you, which means you respond. Maybe in your business world, people just jump at your command, and you don’t have to converse, but with me, it’s a requirement.”

He stops in place, and for several seconds, he looks at me like I’ve grown two heads. Then, a smile spreads across his face, confusing the hell out of me.

“If you only knew how my world works.” He chuckles. “Keep talking, and I’m going to find a restroom I can fuck you in.”

“Dominick,” I chide, “I’m serious.”

“I know you are, and it’s sexy as hell. Aside from my brother, nobody questions anything I do or say.” He releases my hand and pulls me toward him. “I appreciate you offering the free hotel, but this one is nicer and safer, and it has amenities I fully plan to take advantage of with you later.”

“Like what?”

“For one”—he slides his hand around my backside and tugs me even closer—“our room has a Jacuzzi on the terrace.”

“Oh,” I breathe, imagining him eating me out on the edge of the Jacuzzi.

As if he knows what I’m thinking, his smile widens, and he nods.

“Exactly.” He leans down and kisses me softly. “So, are you okay with staying here? Or are you going to insist we go to the free hotel?”

“Here is good,” I say, making him chuckle.

“Good.” He kisses me again, this time giving my butt cheek a firm squeeze. “Now, let’s get this meeting over with so I can spend the rest of the day focused on you. The only thing getting me through it is knowing when we’re done, I’ll get to see you in one of those bikinis.”

“If you make it quick,” I say, running my fingers through the back of his hair, “I’ll let you see me in all three.”

“Dominick!” an older gentleman says, slapping Dominick on the back with one hand and shaking his hand with the other. “ Que bueno verte, mi hermano. ”

“ Hola, mi amigo, ” Dominick says back, shocking me as he speaks fluent Spanish. With his last name being popular in the Russian community, I didn’t peg him for a Spanish speaker. “Que bueno verte a ti también.”

“? Y por aquí a quien tenemos ?” the gentleman responds, glancing at me.

I have no idea what they’re saying, but judging from the way Dominick looks my way as well, I have a feeling they’re talking about me.

Damn it, I should’ve paid better attention in Spanish class.

“ Este es una amiguita especial, ” Dominick says, pulling me into his side like he’s staking his claim. “ Le daré un recorrido privado por tu hermosa isla .”