DON’T HURT MY BABY: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance

by Zoey Parker

  I cleared my throat. “It’s good. I like it. You should keep those.”

  She let out a soft laugh and nodded in agreement. “I will.” Then she disappeared back behind the curtain, leaving me aching and imagining her wiggling out of those skintight jeans.

  I thought about going in there to join her. I thought about helping her out of those tight jeans and bending her over, maybe putting her hands against a mirror and sliding inside of her. It was enough to drive me crazy, and I nearly did, but a second later I was glad I hadn’t. She announced she had something else she wanted to show me.

  Taking a deep breath, I settled back in the cushy red velvet chair provided to those in the waiting room. “All right. C’mon out,” I said to her, waiting for the next teasing bit of fabric to push me over the edge.

  I heard something that might have been a giggle. “Actually, I think you’d better come in here to see it.”

  I froze. Had I heard her right? Does it matter?

  Standing, I adjusted myself again and went over to the curtain. I pulled it back and saw immediately why she’d asked me to come to her. Her body was an expanse of smooth, creamy skin. It was unblemished and perfect the way only a beautiful woman’s can be. Her tiny waist created an hourglass figure that dipped together at the middle then flared out to form full, curving hips that tapered down into perfect, long, shapely legs.

  And her top was just as perfect. Her breasts were large, round and perky. And they happened to be encased in a black bra that had only a silver dollar size of solid fabric placed strategically where I had to assume her nipples were. The rest of the material was a sheer, embroidered lace that cupped and held her breasts together easily, pushing them together to force a perfect line of cleavage and that nice little curve over the top of each tit.

  Her pussy was covered much the same way. There was a little solid strip of black fabric that was only a triangle covering her opening, while the rest was a spider web of curling, delicate lace. I could see her soft flesh beneath it and noticed that the fabric had partially disappeared between her lips, showing the edges of them.

  “What do you think?” she asked in an innocent, delicate tone. She began to turn just as she’d done for me outside in her skintight jeans. “Do you like it? Or should I try another set?” She kept slowly turning as she spoke, showing me her smooth hips and the slender expanse of her back. She tossed her hair over her shoulder so I could see the lace of her bra traveling across her back, leaving most of it exposed. And her ass.

  People would start wars over that ass.

  The pair of panties she had on turned out to be a thong. The lace curled around her back, low on her hips, and formed another maddening triangle that was poised just above the line of her ass. More lace disappeared between her full, perky cheeks and I thought I could probably come just looking at her like that.

  My cock pushed against my jeans, begging to come out and dive between those long, long legs. I considered resisting, then I caught the look in her eyes reflected back at me in one of the mirrors. She was looking at me like I was a meal, wanton desire shining in her bright blue eyes.

  I stepped closer to her, my hands going to her hips. I slipped my thumb beneath the waistband of that thong and slid them along the edge towards the front. I heard her breath catch and felt her body tremble beneath my touch.

  Moving closer, I let my hands slide around the front of her, touching that silky skin and moving down, so my hands were between her smooth thighs. I pressed against her backside, making my hardness known, and leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “I think you should try another set.”

  Her eyes met mine in the mirror, confused for a moment. “You don’t like these?”

  I grinned at her, then winked. “How am I supposed to decide without options?”

  She laughed a little at that, the sound breathy. Putting her hands over mine to slow the rolling movements of my thumbs, she pulled away from me. “All right, then.” She turned around, so her front was facing mine, her breasts just barely grazing my chest. I had half a mind to shove her against the mirror right then and there and dive into her, these games be damned, but then she smiled at me wickedly. Her hand went to my chest, palm flat, and she pushed a little. I let her shove me back.

  “Sit,” she commanded, and I did so, taking a seat on the bench that was in the dressing area with her. She flashed me a grin before reaching around to unclasp her bra.

  My aching cock told me I was a masochist, but it was the best kind of torture I could think of. I watched as she loosened her bra, then pulled the straps down her arms. I watched her chest as the lacy fabric revealed more and more of her soft skin. When those little petals of solid fabric slipped away, I saw her nipples pop out, already peaked. They were that dusky pink color I liked so damn much, and the urge to pop one into my mouth was strong.

  I resisted, only because I was thoroughly enjoying the show.

  After her bra dropped, revealing those two perfect, perky tits, her hands moved down her slender waist to her full hips. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong, just as I had, and began to tug them loose. She got about an inch down her hips before she stopped. I glanced up at her quickly, groaning at the idea that she would stop at a time like this.

  She was staring at me innocently, like she wasn’t getting naked for me in a clothing store dressing room with that damn saleswoman running around somewhere looking for more things for her to try on.

  “Oops,” she told me, grinning sweetly at me. “I forgot. You like to see me bend over, right?”

  I groaned again, my erection pulsing with the desperate need to be freed—and to be buried as deep into her tight little pussy as humanly possible. I ran a hand raggedly through my hair, watching as she turned slowly around, so her perfect, perky ass was poised at eye level for me. She began to pull her panties down again.

  Unable to handle it, I popped open the button on my jeans and yanked down the zipper. I reached into my pants and pulled out my thick member, an aching sort of relief flooding me. It wasn’t as good as being buried between her legs, but at least stroking my cock gave me something.

  I continued to watch her and caught her eyes in the mirror. They glanced down at my cock wrapped up in my own hand, and I thought I saw her lick her lips. That sent a jolt of desire through me.

  She continued to pull down her panties until that little strip of fabric caught between her two perfectly round cheeks slipped down completely. Then she let the scrap of lacy material fall to her feet.

  “You want red this time?” she asked me in a sultry voice, still bent over. I could see her breasts hanging free in the reflection of the mirror and wanted her to move again if only to see them bounce.

  I grunted. “Red would be good,” I managed to get out, giving my cock another stroke.

  She grinned, then straightened up, turning so she could reach for another set of lingerie hanging on a hook. Her eyes watched my throbbing cock as I pumped it while she put on the panties first. They slipped up her legs, her thighs, and once again a tiny strip of fabric slipped between her lovely cheeks. She was about to pull on the bra when I decided I just couldn’t take any more of this. I didn’t care how fucking hot it was, I needed to be inside her. Now.

  Standing, I went to her. I jerked the bra out of her hands and tossed it over my shoulder. “I like it. Now take it off,” I growled out at her.

  She shuddered at the command, but I didn’t wait for her to obey. Instead, I found the waistband of her panties and jerked them down. I watched her reflection in the mirror as that tiny triangle of material slipped down her thighs, exposing that smooth core of hers. Her pussy lips were glistening with moisture, and I knew she’d been driving herself crazy, too.

  She needs to be fucked, I thought. I could see the need and desire shining in her eyes.

  “Looks like you’re ready for me, baby,” I murmured in her ear. I pushed her forward slightly, so her hands went to the mirror to brace herself against it as her b
ack arched and her butt jutted out slightly. “That’s it,” I groaned out. I pulled her cheeks apart slightly so I could slide my cock between them. I slid it down the length of her, moving from her sweet ass down to the front of her. As soon as the bare skin of my cock felt her hot lips, I felt the dripping moisture coating them.

  She let out a little mewling sound that was soft enough that I hoped she wouldn’t be heard by anyone in the store. Or hell, I don’t care who hears it anymore, I thought, rubbing the head of my dick along her moist folds.

  Settling between her, I glanced once at the curtain, just to make sure, then I shoved myself as deep in her as I could until I collided with the back of her, bottoming out inside. She screamed, and I clamped a hand over her mouth to stop it. But we didn’t stop; I didn’t pull out. Instead, she wiggled against my crotch, shifting how I was angled inside of her.

  I was about to start pulling out so I could really fuck her when we heard the voice of the sales lady through the curtain. “Is everything all right?” she asked, concerned.

  Carol, trembling and clearly half lost in lust, looked like she wasn’t going to be able to answer for a minute. I silently cursed, trying to come up with something viable to tell the lady that wouldn’t get us fucking arrested. But then Carol took a deep breath and in her calmest voice said, “I’m fine. I thought I saw a spider, but it was only the lace of my… my panties.” She stumbled only once, her body convulsing on its own around my length.

  There was a pause, then, “Are you sure? Should I—”

  “I’m sure,” Carol said hurriedly. “I’m fine. But I’m in between clothes, so please don’t come in. I would be incredibly embarrassed.”

  “Of course,” the lady said. There was another pause. “Where did your gentleman friend go?”

  I met Carol’s gaze in the mirror. She looked like she wanted to devour me whole. Licking her lips, she said, “He doesn’t really like the whole clothing shopping thing.” I pushed myself into her a little to let her know that I disagreed with that statement. She gasped but kept her voice even as she continued, “He went to look at some of the other shops. He promised he’d be back soon.”

  The lady finally seemed appeased and told Carol to let her know if she needed anything. Then she left.

  I ground my hips against her ass, causing my dick to move as I did so. “You need to learn to be fucking quiet,” I growled out at her.

  She let out a mewling sound.

  “See? No control,” I mocked. An idea occurred to me, making me grin. I gave her ass a quick smack, then pulled out of her quickly.

  She made a whimpering sound. “Don’t stop!” she begged me, sagging against the mirror, her breasts hanging down freely against it.

  I smirked at her, pleased by her blatant need for me. “Don’t worry, baby, I’m coming back.” I reached down and snatched up the thong she’d tossed on the ground. I balled it up, and when I came back to her, I grinned wickedly. “This’ll help you be quiet,” I promised her right before I shoved it into her mouth.

  For a moment she looked shocked, then I shoved myself back into her pussy, and when she cried out, the thong did muffle the noise. I grunted at being completely sheathed inside of her and felt even more aroused by the sight of her against that mirror, her mouth filled with a pair of panties I quickly decided would be hers. I’d buy them today if only to put them in her mouth again.

  If I thought this was going to be a long fucking, I had another thing coming. She’d worked me up so badly that I quickly realized it was going to be fast. Which was probably for the best given that we were in a dressing room.

  “God, you’re fucking tight!” I said in a strained voice as I began to quickly thrust my cock in and out of her swiftly. I was aching, on the verge of exploding. Knowing I wanted to make it good for her, as well, I reached around her front and slid my hand between her legs until I found that sweet spot just above her opening. As soon as I ran a finger over the little nub there, she gasped around the panties in her mouth. I found a rhythm with my finger that matched my thrusting and soon I could tell that we were both near the edge.

  With my left hand, I held tightly onto her hip as I thrust into her again and again. Her tight walls began to clench around me, and I realized that she was there. Which was good, because I was right behind her.

  I clenched my teeth tightly as I felt my release wash through me like an unstoppable wave. I emptied myself inside of her, jerking uncontrollably for long moments. Finally, as I came back to myself, I slipped out of her warm center and fell back on the bench in the dressing room. I felt like I needed a nap and about five steaks.

  Carol didn’t look like she was in much better shape. She slumped against the mirror, her eyes hooded, her legs shaking.

  Eventually, she straightened herself up. She pulled out the panties that I’d shoved in her mouth and shot me a look, letting them dangle from her forefinger. “Really?” she asked, but I could tell by the little smile playing on her lips that she wasn’t mad about it.

  I shrugged. “I like ’em. We’re definitely getting them.”

  At this, she let out a soft laugh. “Get out of here before the saleswoman comes back,” she told me, pretending to be stern. “And find something for me to clean off with.”

  My eyes glanced between her legs where I knew I’d made a mess. It made me smirk. I shot her a satisfied smile. “Just put on your panties. We can clean up at home.”

  She made a face at me but did as I suggested. Then she pointed to a pile. “That’s what I think I’m getting.” There were several different pairs of pants, a dress, and several blouses in addition to what looked like a single T-shirt, but I wasn’t sure. As an afterthought, she pointed to the lingerie that was still hanging on the hooks. “And those, too.”

  I knew it wasn’t going to be cheap, but I didn’t really care. The business was good—both sides of it—and I knew I could cover it. And if the rest of what she picked out looked anything like what she’d shown me so far, it would be worth every penny.

  “Fine. Let’s check out and get home. You need to get cleaned up.” I winked at her, and she stuck her tongue out at me.

  Chapter Nine

  Caroline

  I stretched out my limbs, enjoying the cushy bed beneath me. A cushy bed that wasn’t mine. It took me a moment to blink away the surprise before I remembered all over again. I had gone to Asher’s home, asked him for help with taking care of the baby, then was derailed unceremoniously by the way he looked at me and the way he touched my body. Damn sexy man, I thought without the least bit of venom.

  Now I was lounging around in his bed, naked and sated. Mostly. I could probably be talked into another round if he were so inclined. Except that when I looked over at the space next to me, I noticed he wasn’t there.

  I frowned. Did he have work or something?

  Getting up, I decided I should shower and dress. Despite having done incredibly dirty things in the dressing room—a no-no that was hotter than anything I’d done to date—I had managed to pick out some new clothes to wear around here for the next week. Which was good, because it really wasn’t a good idea to go back to my dad’s place. If I did, he’d catch me and just somehow know something was up. I didn’t know how, but he was always like that. Maybe it was his perfectionist nature, maybe it was just karma coming back to bite me in the ass. Either way, I hadn’t wanted to risk it.

  I smiled as I considered how little clothing I’d been wearing the first day. Asher and I had fucked in the dressing room, and we’d fucked again when we got back to his place. It was how I’d ended up in his bed instead of the guest bedroom he’d given to me use.

  Since this was the master bedroom, there was an attached bathroom. I was a little hesitant to use it. Was he just a total slob? Completely gross? Did I want to find out? But ultimately, I braved it and was pleased to discover that it was pretty damn clean. The counters were wiped down, the shower had the smallest amount of soap scum you could have with a plastic shower curtain
, and the place didn’t smell disgusting. Hell, even the toilet was clean, though the seat was up.

  I suppose I can’t ask for everything, I thought mildly. There was a cupboard on the wall opposite the sink. I checked to find several towels and washcloths there. Picking out one of each, I set them aside, then started the water. When it was nice and steaming hot, I got in.

  As I began to wash, grateful that we’d ignored our seemingly insatiable lust long enough to stop for toiletries, I considered the arrangements here.

  Am I really staying with a virtual stranger for a week?

  It seemed pretty far out, even for little rebellious me. I mean, I was all about pissing off my father, but I didn’t want to go so far as to endanger myself. But then, I didn’t really feel as though I was in danger. Not with Asher.

  Maybe that was stupid of me. Maybe it was wholly unreasonable to feel perfectly safe in his house and in his bed, but I did.