50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

Chapter Sixteen

    "You couldn't wait one day," Destiny said, still trying to catch her breath as she slid her arms through her dress sleeves.

    "What can I say?" Aubrey asked, knotting his tie. "You're my weakness."

    She walked over to him and turned her back to him. "Zip me, please?"

    His knuckles grazed against her back and a moment later, his lips followed suit.

    Arching her back, she reached out and pressed her palm against the wall.

    He blew warm air across her skin before drawing back from her. "I just can't leave you alone. You pull me in. You're...like a drug to me."

    After what they'd just engaged in with her parents less than one hundred feet away, it was safe to say that she shared the same junkie tendencies. The feel of his hand on her back was enough to cause her body to tremble. They'd climaxed together, but she felt like she could go several more rounds with him - if her family weren't waiting for her outside of that dressing room. With a sigh, she realigned the collar of her dress to make sure it was centered properly.

    "You're not going to try on any of the dresses?" A mischievous glint gleamed in his eye.

    "We've already been in here too long."

    He picked up the discarded dresses from the floor. "I'm buying the black one for you."

    "You're so stubborn."

    "You're not?" He laughed and moved forward to tame her wild curls. Then he grabbed her hat from the bench and placed it on top of her head. "I love this hat on you. I love this dress on you. This entire look on you is such a win."

    "Thank you."

    "You look like the classy, beautiful lady you are."

    Classy? After what we just did?

    He grinned. "Yes, you are classy. Despite what you just allowed me to do to you and despite what you will allow me to do to you moving forward." He cast a look down at his suit. "Is anything out of place? Do I look all right?"

    "Do you look all right?" She almost laughed at the question. In the time she'd known him, he hadn't looked bad or disheveled for any of those days. Even after he'd been rescued from a kidnapping that had caused him to drop weight, he'd still looked beautiful. No matter what he wore, whether he was dressed up or down, he managed to look well put-together. Debonair. Suits, sweatpants, pajamas. It didn't matter.

    He stood before her, waiting for her to answer his question.

    She stepped forward, rose up on her tiptoes, and kissed him on the lips.

    He returned the kiss without hesitation.

    They were dangerously close to starting another makeout session, so she took a step back from him and fought to catch her breath.

    "Can I take that as a 'Yes'?"

    "You look amazing. As always."

    "Good." He pushed open the dressing room door.

    To Destiny's relief, her parents weren't standing on the other side of the door, but Carlos was seated in a chair facing the dressing room. He held a bag of popcorn in his hands. While Destiny stood frozen in place wondering where he would have gotten a bag of popcorn, he dangled the leg he had crossed over the other.

    Aubrey nonchalantly adjusted the cuffs of his suit jacket. "It's going to be such a shame when you move into your condo tomorrow," he said, the sarcasm in his voice so subtle that it was almost lost on Destiny. "We're going to miss you so very much."