Page 21 of Possessive Mr. Pen

I already took notes on how to make my wedding with Hilary more lavish through these small decisions.

Despite her stoic expression, the faint changes in her eyes relay her emotions.Betrayal by a friend, no matter how unintended or minuscule it may be, is still a betrayal.

I elect to keep my hands to myself until we’re someplace out of the office and alone.

“To clarify,” she begins before looking up and pinning me with fierce brown orbs, “by ‘coming with you tonight,’ you mean a visit to the bridal shop, correct?Nothing else?”

I unlink my fingers and unroll my sleeves as I speak.

“What kind of boss would I be if I didn’t also feed my employee after monopolizing so much of her time?”I say with mock self-reproach.

“No.No dinner,” she demands.

I give her a pointed look before leaning forward and taking my suit coat from the back of my chair.

“Then would you prefer to go as friends?”

She chokes trying to cover her scoff-laugh.

“No, sir.Absolutely not,” she says after regaining her composure.

I rise and shrug into my coat.

“Then let your boss treat you to dinner,” I say.

“If you insist, Mr.Pen,” she fake capitulates.

Fucking hell, my impertinent goddess is overdue for a good dicking down.Her sass levels have reached the stratosphere.

I remain on my best behavior all through dinner.We eat in tense silence.Every time she opens her mouth to take a bite, my cock jerks in delight.When she swallows, my fingers itch to wrap around her throat.Her lips closing around her fork clamps a vice around my balls.

With sexual frustration at an all time high, I don’t dare follow her when she excuses herself to the powder room.

I text the boutique while she’s gone and ensure only one changing room—with appropriate dividers so she can’t deny me—is prepared for the two of us.The arrangement isn’t much different from previous joint visits to high-end clothing stores for galas and such.

When Hilary returns, she roams skeptical eyes over me.I hide my smirk behind my drink as I read equal portions of disappointment and relief in her gaze.

Part of her expected me to corner her in the bathroom or hall, and now that I didn’t, she isn’t sure how to react.

After paying the bill and ushering her into my car, I pull away from the valet station and weave through the traffic in silence.Hilary keeps her attention out the passenger window.I allow her the moment of relative peace, but my senses sharpen as we near the boutique.

She stiffens when the attendant leads us both to the same room but does not balk after taking in the partitions.I thank the woman, close the door behind her, and turn toward Hilary.

She eyes the door, confirms it is not locked, then drops her purse on the coffee table before gliding across the room.She snatches her bridesmaid dress off the wall hook as she passes the small stage and mirror set up before disappearing behind the partition near the rack of dresses.

My cock throbs and tests the seam of my trousers, but I stride behind my partition and strip.Painfully aware of her every move, I struggle with fitting my hard shaft into the new pants as she removes her clothes.

The groomsman suit fits me well, as expected by the tailor they custom ordered from, but I stalk to the stage and study myself in the three-sixty mirror.

Hilary emerges from behind her partition.Lust roars through me.The strapless gown hugs her curves and creates a perfect hourglass figure while pushing her breasts up and flooding my mouth with saliva at her delectable cleavage.

I step off the stage and offer her my hand.She gives me a wary once-over before accepting.

I page the attendant.She bustles in and gushes over our outfits until the tailor’s aid arrives.

When he openly flirts with me and gets a little handsy while checking my fit, Hilary saunters over to the rack of dresses and knocks the most expensive one onto the floor.His and the attendant’s gasps ring throughout the entire boutique.

My warrior queen apologizes and simpers but captures the aid’s eyes and gives the accessory shelves a pointed look when she thinks no one is watching.He fixes himself and stops with the extra touching as he finishes checking my fit.