Mr. Naughty And Mrs. Nice

Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE

Quinn

“ U nless,” I say to the adorable beauty standing in front of me, “you have a boyfriend.”

My heart stops as I wait for her answer. I don’t know what I’m going to do if this girl is taken. I don’t think I can handle knowing that another man touches her soft skin and kisses those luscious lips.

I want them all to myself.

This is the girl for me. She’s mine . I knew it the second I laid eyes on her gorgeous face.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” she says in that sweet syrupy voice. It makes the hair on my arms stand up. It fills me with warmth.

I want her. I need her.

She’s staring at me with those rosy cheeks, her blue eyes shining like stars. I want to sink my hands into her wavy brown hair and pull that sexy mouth to mine. I want to taste her. I want to sink inside her. I want to make her scream my name.

She gets flustered with my heated eyes on her, so she turns back to the sweaters. “This one is nice,” she says as she runs her hand sensually along it. I want to watch her stroking the soft material, but I have to look away before I get rock hard in the middle of the store.

I don’t know what this woman is doing to me or how she’s doing it, but I’m already obsessed. I’ve never had a reaction like this before. Ever.

I’m usually annoyed when women flirt with me. I just want them to go away, so I can continue with my busy day, but with this angel, I can’t get enough.

“What’s her favorite color?” she asks.

I rack my brain trying to remember Willow’s favorite color. “Yellow,” I say when I recall her room as a child. Nearly everything was yellow in it.

“Yellow can be tricky with skin tones,” Jemma says with a smile. “How about white? You can’t go wrong with white.”

She picks one up and puts it into my hands. This time when our fingers touch, there’s no shock, but there’s definitely electricity. We stare into each other’s eyes, neither of us making any effort to move.

“I’ll take it,” I say as I stare into her eyes. I’ll take you too…

“She’ll love it,” she says with blushing cheeks. “What size?”

I have no idea.

She giggles when she sees my face. “Is she taller than me? Shorter? Wider? Slimmer?”

I love it because it gives me an excuse to look her up and down. I take my time, slowly dragging my eyes up her black jeans to her tight, long-sleeve black shirt that has her tits looking incredible. I can see just the hint of cleavage, but it’s enough to drive me wild. I know I’ll be thinking of it all night long.

“I guess she’s about your size,” I say, not wanting to compare this delicious creature to my sister. I don’t want to be thinking about my sister at all right now with all the dirty thoughts cycling through my head. It’s like pouring a bucket of cold water on the smoldering fire.

“Can you try it on for me?” I ask. I’m sure the size is fine, but I want to see this beautiful girl in it.

She looks over at the packed changing rooms and then something dawns on her. “Come,” she says. “I know just the spot.”

I never take my heated eyes off her as I follow her through the store to a hidden changing room in the back.

“Everyone uses those busy changing rooms over there, but we have a secret hidden room for our VIP clients and their personal shoppers.”

“I’m thrilled I made the club.”

“You’re going to need to buy more than a sweater to join the club, but I can sneak you in for tonight.”

She smiles at me and I feel my insides light up. I’ve never been around a girl like her. Everything she says makes me smile, every look makes my heart pound harder, every touch has my body begging for more.

I follow her into a quiet part of the store and she pulls out her key to unlock the door. It’s a beautiful room with mirrors along two walls and hooks along another. The carpet is thicker in here and there’s a luxurious round couch in the middle of the room where the personal shoppers probably sit while their clients model potential outfits. In one corner is a curtained-off area for the VIPs to get changed.

“We’re not supposed to be here,” she says, looking around outside before closing the door, “but it can be our little secret.”

She locks the door and smiles as she motions to the couch. “Have a seat, I’ll try it on for you.”

I can’t sit. I’m filled with heated energy.

She slides into the corner and pulls the curtain closed.

I’m aching with lust as I watch her move around back there, knowing she’s taking her shirt off.

“ Fuck ,” I whisper, running my hand down my face, barely able to control myself.

I swallow hard when I see her feet moving under the curtain. I grit my teeth and squeeze my hands into fists knowing there’s only a thin sheet of material between me and her shirtless body.

“What do you think?” she asks as she pulls the curtain to the side and steps out in the cashmere sweater.

“I think I’m in love.”

It just comes out. I couldn’t stop myself.

“That’s a weird reaction to a sweater for your sister,” she says with a laugh.

“I’m not talking about the sweater,” I say, gazing into her eyes.

We stare at each other long and hard, the room filling with a lustful energy. I can feel it crackling all around me.

She licks her lips as I take another look at her with her bare shoulder sticking out of the large neck hole. The sight of her black bra strap nearly brings me to my knees.

Jemma strokes her thigh as she looks me up and down, unable to hide the way she’s feeling. I can tell that she feels it too. This… whatever this is… comes along once in a lifetime if you’re lucky. This kind of carnal attraction… This love at first sight.

I slowly walk up to her with my heart hammering.

She sucks in a breath as she looks up into my eyes.

“And the sweater?” she says, her voice deeper and huskier than it’s been. “What do you think?”

I reach out and slide my palm up her arm, making her shiver.

“ Oh fuck, ” she whispers so low I can barely hear it. Her mouth parts. She wets her lips. Her eyes are full of lust as she looks at my mouth. I can tell she wants me to kiss her.

I slide my arm around her, flattening my hand on her lower back, and pull her into me. She gasps as her breasts press into my hard body.

“Looks like you are a VIP,” she says with a playful grin. “A very inappropriate person.”

“I want to kiss you.”

I’m looking at her mouth. She’s looking at mine.

“Then go ahead,” she says, “before I become a very impatient person.”

I lean down and kiss her soft sexy mouth. She moans as I slide my tongue inside, tasting her. She’s fucking perfect.

Her hands slide up my arms and she whimpers when she feels how big and hard they are. All those early morning hours in the gym has paid off for this moment, for her pleasure. Every set and rep, worth it.

I hold her like I’m never going to let go as she kisses me back, sliding that soft tongue against mine.

I’m getting rock hard tasting this sweet girl. She brushes against my throbbing erection and she moans into my mouth. I moan into hers.

When we finally pull away, we gaze into each other’s eyes for a long second, both of us falling in love, and then we kiss again, longer and hotter.

“You… didn’t… answer… me,” she says as I move her hair off her shoulder and kiss her neck. Her head is leaned back, eyes closed, breathless. She’s gorgeous.

“About what?” I growl between kisses.

“The sweater…”

“It would look better on the floor,” I say in a deep throaty voice as I slide my palm onto her breast.

The sweater is pretty damn soft and it looks phenomenal on Jemma. Definitely not going to give it to my sister after this though. I’ll buy it for my girl.

Our mouths connect again and we nearly crash into the mirror as we stumble around. I slide my hand onto her ass, making her whimper as I squeeze it. Her hips are rolling and I can tell that sweet little pussy is desperate for some loving too.

“Next, I’m going to have you try on some panties,” I growl on her lips.

“I can’t,” she moans breathlessly. “I’ll get them too wet.”

Whatever restraint I had holding me back cracks. I slide my hand between her thighs and rub her needy little pussy. Her hips start rolling and she whimpers as I kiss her again.

I need to touch her without anything between us. I need to feel her wetness. I want to be soaked in it.

With a possessive growl, I slide my hand into her pants, slipping my fingertips into her panties.

“ Yes ,” she moans as I push down further, over her trimmed hair and onto her silky wet mound. My fingers part her soft lips and she gasps as I dip my index finger inside her.

“ Oh god ,” she moans as I finger her juicy cunt, sliding in and out, in and out. I rub her hard little clit with my fingertip as she grips my arm and opens her mouth.

“ Oh shit ,” she cries as I rub her harder and faster, trying to make this needy little pussy cum.

Her body starts convulsing in my arms. She looks up at me with desperate eyes and I can tell she’s about to cum.

“Cum on me,” I growl over her open mouth. I have one arm holding her quivering body up and I’m making her moan with the other.

She grips my jacket and grits her teeth as her orgasm overtakes her. Her shoulders shake, her legs give out, and she whimpers, trying not to scream as the heated bliss rips through her body.

Wet sticky pussy juice coats my fingers as I rub her lips. I know this won’t be the last time I have my hands on her soft perfect pussy. I’ll make sure of that.

She’s mine now. I’m going to be between these legs every damn day.

When the whimpering stops, she gets control of her legs and stands up shakily, letting go of my now wrinkled jacket.

“Oh my god,” she whispers, flustered and in disbelief about what just happened. She steps away from me and smoothes her hair out. She’s breathing hard. Her cheeks are flushed pink. “I’ve never?—”

Someone knocks on the door and she snaps to attention, any lingering blooms of pleasure still floating within her dry up on the spot.

A key slides into the lock.

“Shit!” she says as she runs over just as it opens. “Elena! Hi!”

A stern-looking lady looks in, frowning at us both.

“What are you doing in here?” she says, making it clear she doesn’t approve. “This section is supposed to be closed.”

“I was just helping this gentleman choose a sweater,” Jemma says, looking flustered.

“Why are you wearing it?” she asks, looking her up and down.

“She’s the same size as my sister,” I say, jumping in to save my girl.

Elena frowns harder when she looks at Jemma’s messy hair and flushed cheeks. She spots my wrinkled suit jacket and puts her hands on her hips.

“I know exactly what’s going on here,” she says, narrowing her eyes on Jemma. “And you’re fired.”

“ Hey ,” I say in my big bad boss tone as I step forward. “I don’t know what you?—”

“It’s okay,” Jemma says as she puts a hand on my chest. “I didn’t really want to work my last two shifts anyway.”

She rushes out of the room, still wearing the sweater.

“I’m buying that sweater,” I tell Elena as I grab Jemma’s black shirt from the changing room and follow her out.

I quickly pay for it and catch up to Jemma on the snowy sidewalk outside.

“That was humiliating,” she says when I grab her arm and turn her around. She looks like she’s in a Christmas card with the colorful lights behind her and the thick snowflakes drifting down, sticking to her hair and shoulders. The beautiful sight tugs at my heart. “I’m sorry I’m still wearing the sweater. Hold on, I’ll give it to you.”

“I have to see you again,” I say, hearing the desperation in my voice. I suddenly remember that I’ll be gone for the next week and my stomach drops. I can’t leave now…

“You want to see me again?” she says, genuinely shocked. “After that debacle?”

“I do.”

She sighs as she looks around and then looks into my eyes. “I just want you to know that I never do that… I’m a virgin actually.”

The sound of that almost brings tears to my eyes.

“Let alone in public… where I work… I guess I was just a bit lonely because of the holidays.”

“Lonely?”

“My family is back in Arizona.”

“You don’t have any plans for Christmas?” I ask, so giddy I can barely contain myself.

She looks embarrassed. “No.”

“Come with me.”

“What? Where?”

“I’m staying at my parents’ house for the holidays. Come with me.”

She laughs as she looks at me like I’m a crazy person. “You can’t be serious.”

I just stare at her.

“You are serious.” She laughs again.

“You don’t have to go to work now,” I remind her. “And my mother is an amazing baker. Gingerbread cookies, yule log cake, a Christmas tree, roaring fires, red wine.” I’m trying to think of all the stupid stuff that Cassie loves about Christmas. “Michael Bublé singing classic Christmas songs. How can you say no to that? It will be a true fairytale Christmas in Vermont.”

“ Vermont?! You want me to go to Vermont with you?”

“Absolutely.”

“For a week? ”

“Yes.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Maybe,” I say honestly. “I was the most sane person you’d ever meet until I laid eyes on you. Now, I’m feeling a little nutty, but I’m going with it. It feels good. I feel alive like never before. What’s the Christmas season for if not taking a chance on love?”

She can’t help but smile.

“Is your mom really that good of a baker?”

“The best.”

“Alright,” she says with a grin. “I’m in.”