Chapter 17

JESSIE Iwrench my lips from Conor’s as my legs tremble and the last waves of my orgasm roll through my body. “Fuck, Angel,” he groans as he presses his forehead against mine. “Your pussy should come with a health warning.” I don’t have time to reply because we’re interrupted by a knock at the changing room door. His head turns toward the noise and he frowns. “Give us five minutes,” he shouts. “And we’ll be taking everything.” “Everything? I don’t need this many clothes, Conor.” He pulls out of me, letting my feet drop to the floor until I’m standing against the mirror. “They all looked good on you. You should have them,” he says as he steps back from me and starts fastening his pants and belt. “Now, get dressed.” My hands drop to my side and there is an unexpected lump in my throat at the coldness of his tone after what we’ve just shared. But then he looks up at me, his eyes burning into mine as he frowns again before lifting his hand to my face and running a finger along my cheekbone.