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I can give you the uncontested divorce you desire, end your impending engagement, or rid you of that clingy girlfriend.
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I reached out to unzip the plastic holding my dress, but just as I did, the door to the dressing room flew open, and Dylan stood there looking back at me.
His eyes were wide with shock, as if he hadnât expected me to be behind the door, and then they dropped from my face and slid down my body in an invisible caress.
I should have covered myself; I should have screamed at him to get out, but I didnât move or tell him to go. The way he was looking at me, I needed that. I needed to feel beautiful and desirable.
âWhat are you doing here?â I watched him, his eyes a stormy blue.
His eyes devoured me, making me feel uncomfortable. If Mitchell supposedly loved me and disliked what he saw when he looked at me, then surely a man who didnât love me would see me as even worse.
âThe lady out front said the bathroom was the last door on the right, but Iâm guessing she meant the last door on the left,â he said, not bothering to the hide the fact that he was looking at my body.
I nodded, not sure what to say.
âI should apologize and turn around and leave.â
I swallowed hard.
He didnât leave.
Instead, he moved into the room and quietly shut the door behind him.
âBut you see, thereâs a problem.â
âWhatâs that?â I asked.
He reached out, running a single finger over my shoulder and down across my chest. âI canât stop looking at you.â
I folded my arms across my chest now, feeling more exposed than I ever had in my life. His finger dipped into the top of my folded arms and between my breasts.
âYouâre covering yourself like a woman who thinks sheâs unattractive,â he said, moving close enough that his whispered words ruffled the hairs on the side of my face. âBut the truth is, my cockâs hard just looking at you.â
I stiffened at his words.
No one had ever spoken to me like that. No man had ever been so brazen, saying naughty words to me in such a manner.
âHow does that make you feel, Gwyn?â He moved closer, his lips skimming my earlobe and making me bite my bottom lip.
I should have run out, but I was half naked. And the truth was, I couldnât move. My legs were stiff, and my feet were rooted to the spot.
âHow does it make you feel knowing my cock is hard and throbbing for you?â He licked my lobe, and I shivered. âHere you are, in your white bra and panties, looking so innocent and corruptible ... whatâs an evil man like me supposed to do?â
âYouâre not evil,â I said, finally able to speak up.
My voice squeaked with my words, making me blush even harder.
He leaned back, his brow lifting in question. âYou donât think Iâm evil?â
I shook my head. âNot even a little bit.â
âI assure you I am.â Again, he leaned forward, pressing his lips against my shoulder.
As if an automatic reflex, I tilted my head to the side to give him more skin to explore.
âIâm jealous of the way the lace on your panties is riding up your curvy hips and disappearing into the sweet space between your thighs.â He kissed my shoulder once again, his breath striking the side of my neck and filling my ear. âI want to be that lace, Gwyn. I want to be resting inside your warmth.âDear God, he was good, and I was so very bad.