Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Mercifully, the woman in front of us grabs a little pink bag off the counter, and the cashier who rang her out looks at us as she walks away. “I can ring you up over here.”
I rush forward, murmuring a polite greeting and putting the basket of stuff on the counter. I don’t even need all this stuff, some of it I just picked out to try on for fun, but I was so flustered after what Milo made me do in the dressing room, I didn’t want to take the time to pick through for only the items I actually wanted him to buy.
God, that was hot.
I’ve imagined my first blow job before, even imagined it with him, but I had no comprehension of how incredible it would be. His dominance and tenderness—such a potent mix. The way he gripped my head and made me take him even when I didn’t think I could.
I need to stop thinking about this before I burst into flames right here in the middle of Victoria’s Secret, but I’m feeling so utterly smitten, I can’t resist squeezing his hand and looking up at him with a soft little smile.
I want him to fuck me so bad.
I’ve never wanted anything more.
Now that I’ve seen how huge his cock is, I’m worried it’s going to be an uncomfortable experience, though. Some parts of sucking his dick were also wildly uncomfortable, but so hot that I couldn’t be bothered to care.
I wish I could spend the night with him again. I know he’d probably never let me, but now that I’ve had a taste, I want more.
Plus, I have all these sexy nighties to wear for him.
The cashier finishes ringing up my stuff and utters a total that makes my stomach hurt.
My gaze shoots to Milo. “We can put some of it back.”
He isn’t fazed, shaking his head as he draws out his credit card and inserts it in the card reader.
I am horrified. I would have never asked him to spend this much money on underwear.
While he pays, I glance back and see the annoying saleslady storming in our direction, eyes narrowed like a schoolteacher preparing to reprimand an unruly pupil—and relishing the opportunity.
“Excuse me, sir.”
My insides feel like I just got an electric jolt shot through my body. I look up at Milo to gauge his reaction, but he doesn’t have one. He ignores her, yanks his card out of the reader, and tucks it back in his wallet.
Since he has ignored her, she raises her voice. “Excuse me.”
Annoyance flickering across his face, Milo turns in her direction. “Are you talking to me?”
She settles back into her position of assumed authority now that she’s successfully captured his attention. “Yes, I am talking to you. Can you come with me for a moment?”
“No.”
Her eyes bulge out. “Excuse me?”
I look at the cashier, who is confused as she hands the bag to Milo.
“Thank you,” he says to the cashier, grabbing the bag and turning around, lightly touching my butt to move me forward toward the exit.
I’m startled, torn between two different authorities, my instincts confused about which one we have to listen to. The saleslady works here, but Milo is a whole adult. Surely, if he had to listen to her, he would.
He doesn’t. He murmurs, “Come on,” and pulls me toward the mouth of the store.
The saleslady chases after us. “There were other customers in the changing rooms who claim they heard the two of you inside the same room.”
“Clearly, they’re mistaken,” Milo says, not bothering to slow down.
“They pointed out—and now I remember—you were not standing outside the dressing room when I led them in.”
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters under his breath.
“Sir, I need you to come with me.”
Milo finally stops and turns around so fast, the woman has to fall back a step to stop from bumping into him. “If I were you, I’d stop harassing paying customers before you get in trouble,” he tells her firmly, raising his eyebrows. “You’re making my girlfriend feel very uncomfortable with the way you’re chasing us around, drawing attention like this when she’s trying to make an intimate purchase.”
The woman swallows her rage, her gaze flickering to me behind him.
“Now, I can tell the fact that she’s my girlfriend annoys you—even though it’s absolutely none of your business—and I imagine that’s why you’re coming at us like this. But I’d urge you to consider this: I just spent a good amount of money here, but with the way you’re chasing me around trying to embarrass me like I’m some kind of criminal, I might not be inclined to come back. If a manager gets involved, do you think I’ll be the one to get in trouble, or do you think you will?”
Her resentment bubbles just under the surface, but I can tell by the way she lifts her chin and her expression settles, she’s seeing the sense in what he’s saying.