Chapter 30

“You think we should try the blouses on now?” he asked.

“In the dressing room? Together?”

He nodded. “Uh huh.” He held up a finger again, also again before I said something exasperating. “And that doesn’t count as the date.”

“Just to be clear, we’re going to fuck in that dressing room, right?”

“Uh huh.”

I shrugged. “Fine. But at least let me try the champagne-colored one on.”

We headed to the dressing room. His dick was temporarily stuffed back in his jeans. “While you’re fucking me?”

“Sounds kinky.”

“Which part?”

“All of it.”

FYI, the blouse looked horrible on me. FYI, it looked awesome on him. FYI, too bad we ruined it with both his and my spooge. Last FYI, lesson learned: don’t spew on a blouse in a dressing room in the middle of the day during a sale.

I said it was a lesson; I didn’t say it was a valuable one.

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