Page 44 of Humility

I hung up on Enzo before he could argue with me and slouched inside the sports car as I watched her walk along the sidewalk. She wore a simple pair of blue jeans with running shoes and a knit sweater with her hair tied up, exactly how I remembered. I wanted to take it out of the cute little twist and let the waves blow in the breeze.

She was heading toward the heart of Beastville. There were many cute shops and places to sit, but trouble also lurked in this quaint town. She wandered into Miss Muffet’s Whey coffee shop and emerged shortly after sipping a hot drink and nibbling on something in a white bag. My guess was a hot macchiato latte with half cream, a dollop of whipped cream, and a sprinkling of cinnamon. The muffin would be something fruity, blueberry or blackberry.

Jasmine would want a spot to sit near flowers, and sure enough, she angled toward the small park with benches and flowers still in bloom. It was late in the year, and soon, not a single leaf would be on the trees.

I kept my eyes peeled for any danger hanging around, looking for an easy target. My hand rested on my gun, the metal calming me from marching over and dragging her into my car for safekeeping. Irrational? Maybe. But, after all the shit I’d seen, I preferred to lock her in a tower and throw away the key.

When she finished eating, she moved on and continued toward downtown. I waited until she entered a flower shop before starting my car and pulling out of my hiding spot. It was more challenging to hide downtown, but I wasn’t letting her out of my sight. Traffic was picking up, but there was an open space on the main street, and I quickly parallel parked, watching the flower shop door from my side mirror.

She stepped outside with the owner, smiling as she held a small bundle of all her favorites. Cracking my window, I heard her laugh, and my heart sputtered. I was a fucking crime boss. I should march over there, drag her into the car with me, and that would be the end of it, but Jasmine was different. She was the fierce tigress, and that would only flare her well-known stubborn streak.

Then again fucking her in my car while she was spitting mad was a hell of an image, and my cock hardened in my pants. Shit, this was going to be a long day.

Jasmine waved goodbye and continued walking but paused as she stared at the lingerie store.

“Don’t you dare go in there,” I growled under my breath. “The only person you’re buying sexy clothes for is me.” She smiled a devilish little grin and yanked open the door. “Son of a bitch.” Who the fuck did she want to impress? If Ciro was coming here or if this was for Enzo, I might kill them both. I tapped my finger on the top of my steering wheel. “Shit.”

Stuffing my gun in my holster under my suit jacket, I stepped out of the car and marched across the street.

“This is a dumb idea.” Mumbling, I glanced in the large glass window and saw Jasmine head to the changing room with an armful of items. Nothing could’ve stopped me from opening the door and walking inside. The shop had flowers everywhere, soft music playing, and smelled of sweet perfume.

“Good morning. How can I help you? Are you looking for something for someone special,” the saleswoman asked as she walked over with a smile on her face.

“Actually, I’m looking for my girlfriend. She just walked in here. I plan on buying her whatever she wants. In fact, here is my card…” I pulled out the fancy platinum card I had for the business. “Make sure that anything she wants is taken care of, but don’t let her know it’s me. Say you are having a sale or something.” The saleswoman smiled wider.

“She’s an independent woman and likes to care for herself?”

“Yes, exactly,” I agreed. “It makes it so tough to do sweet things for her when I only want to give her the stars.” I busted out my best million-dollar smile, and she blushed.

“We need more men like you in the world.”

No, you really don’t, was all I could think as a memory of screaming flooded my mind. My hands were so coated in blood that they would never be clean.

“Do you think I could sneak back there? I know she wants to keep it a surprise….”

The saleswoman looked around and then whispered. “I never saw you.”

Glancing at her name tag, I smiled. “Thank you, Allie. I’ll grab my card on the way out.”

Marching past her, I poked my head in the women’s changing room and heard Jasmine humming. The sound made me shiver. There were several rooms, but the floor-to-ceiling curtain at the far end was where I quietly headed. It was storage for extra boxes and was perfectly dark. I cracked the curtain just enough to see the mirrored doors.

My heart stopped beating as one of the doors opened, and there she was in a black lace number that left very little to the imagination. It hugged every curve, and my cock went from hard to painfully wanting out of the constrictive dress pants. I could see her dark nipples pushing at the fabric, and my mouth watered. Jasmine slipped on a pair of heels, and as she did, she bent over. I had to bite back a groan as the teddy slid up her ass, giving me an unobstructed view.

I rubbed at my cock as she stood and walked like a model on a runway toward the mirror closest to me. She was so close I could’ve reached out, grabbed her, and dragged her into the dark. Fuck, I was tempted. Her hands slid over the lace, accentuating the sexy allure of the piece.

When she disappeared inside the changing room again, I unzipped my pants and pulled my aching cock out. I didn’t give a fuck where I was and stroked my hand along my shaft as I waited for the next show.

She stepped out a few moments later in a shimmery dark blue negligee that made my mouth run dry and my hand move faster. When she reached the mirror, she pulled the sash, and her nipples hardened with the cool air. She turned in a circle, giving me a better view, and I could feel the orgasm building. I would’ve paid any amount for her to sit on the small bench, spread her legs, and finger herself for me.

I was panting hard by the time she walked away. I leaned my hand against the wall and jerked off to images of Jasmine’s fingers disappearing inside her body as she moaned my name.

My eyes snapped open at the click of the door, and I stared out my slim view once again. This time, she wore red with thigh-high stockings, garter belts, and crotchless panties. The top was just as provocative, and as she stepped forward and turned in a circle, the first shot of come flew from my cock. She slipped her hand down her body and struck a sexy pose, and I was unable to hold back and unloaded.

My mouth hung open in a silent yell as the release gripped me with staggering force. Jasmine looked at the curtain, and I didn’t care if she whipped it open. I held still, gripping my cock, begging for more even as I came all over the back of the curtain.

Shrugging, Jasmine walked away, and I slumped and took a ragged breath. She was not wearing that shit for anyone other than me and Dario…maybe Enzo, but I wasn’t prepared to say that definitively yet. I stuffed my cock back in my pants, ignoring the fact that it was still hard. I strode out of the changing room and approached Allie, who was waiting behind the cash register.

“Do you have what you need?” I asked, nodding toward my card.