She gasped, her back arching, her lips parting as her nipple hardened further under my touch.
"I'll buy them for you," I growled, my fingers kneading her breast, my other hand sliding around her waist, pulling her flush against me. "The finest one."
My lips brushed her ear, my breath hot. My thumb and forefinger pinched her nipple, twisting just enough to make her whimper.
Emily's dark eyes flared, her cheeks flushing as she swallowed hard, her fingers digging into my jacket. For a heartbeat, I thought she might slap me.
Then— She grinned.
A slow, dangerous curve of her crimson lips, her tongue darting out to wet them.
"Mmm…" She purred, her hand sliding down to grab mine, her fingers lacing with mine possessively. "Then let's go shopping, Jack… Since you're so generous."
The boutique's air was thick with the scent of bergamot and sin, the gold-trimmed mirrors reflecting Emily's smirk like a knife's edge.
