Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
"Makes sense to me," Danny said, shrugging.
"It doesn't bother you that he might just be nice to you because of me?" I asked.
To that, Danny snorted a little. "I get that I am... difficult," she decided. "Not everyone is going to like me right away. Or maybe ever. That's been true my whole life. I don't expect it to change. It's okay if all your men don't like me. I just don't want them to have an issue with you because of me."
"You're not as difficult as you think you are," I told her as Seth pulled into a parking spot at the store.
"I threatened to rip out your tongue a couple hours ago."
"I deserved it."
"Yeah, well, that's true," she agreed, hopping out of the SUV.
From there, we all followed her around the store as she tossed various shampoo, conditioner, razors, creams, and makeup into her cart before making her way back around to the clothing department.
"You're not going to try anything on?" I asked after watching her toss a bunch of tees and long-sleeve tees into the cart, then grab some pants, before finally making her way to the underwear department. "How are you sure this is going to fit?" I asked, fingering a baby blue bra with a set of matching panties.
"I'm usually the same size," she said distractedly as she wrinkled her nose at the selection.
None the wiser to my plan.
Which made it all the better.
"Yeah, but with that fancy lingerie shit," I said, hoping I was making a little bit of sense. Women's fashion was not my strong suit. "This might be different." I was pretty sure that was accurate, that I heard the girls bitching about how their jeans never fit the same across different brands.
"Yeah, you're probably right. And we can't just keep traipsing to the store all the time with your club being on like a partial lockdown."
"Exactly," I agreed.
"Fine," she said with a sigh, grabbing a handful of the bras as well as the jeans, and making her way back toward the fitting room.
Cary was looking around the men's department, gaze moving around every so often as he looked at clothes.
"Seth," I called, making his head snap over.
"Yeah?"
"Fitting attendant. Kind of hot, no?" I asked.
"Christ, don't let Danny hear you say that," he said, giving me wide eyes.
"Not for me, obviously," I said, shaking my head as the woman in question grabbed a handful of discarded clothes, moving from behind her desk to start putting them away.
And Seth, completely clueless, went ahead and followed behind to chat her up.
While I snuck past undetected.
"Hey, someone's in here," Danny said, voice raised, a little panicked after I'd made short work of the lock.
My father was right.
I'd learned a lot from the club, from my sort-of uncles.
Picking locks had always been a very useful little lesson.
"Hey!" Danny said again as I kept pushing the door.
It wasn't until I moved inside and pressed a finger to my lips that she got what was going on.
She stood in front of the oversize mirror, clutching the blue bra to her bare breasts, just barely covering her nipples.
"We can't," she said in a hushed whisper as I moved in behind her, reaching up to pull the bra from her hands.
"We can," I countered, covering her breasts with my hands. "If you're quiet," I added, rolling her nipples into hardened peaks. "And quick," I went on with a smirk as I watched her eyes heat up in her reflection.
One hand slid down into her panties as the other kept teasing her nipple.
But just this once, she wasn't going to let me do all the teasing.
Before I could sink my fingers into her tight pussy, she was whipping around and lowering to her knees in front of me.
She shot a saucy smirk up at me as she worked my button and zipper free, then reached inside to pull my cock out. Her gaze was on me as she slipped me into her waiting mouth, as she started to suck me off, her hands moving up. One stroked the base of my cock, the other massaged my balls as she worked me.
My gaze slipped from looking down to watching in the mirror, then back again as my hand grabbed the back of her neck, holding her still as I took over, starting to fuck her throat until I couldn't take another second of torment and pulled away from her, lowering down to my knees on the carpeted floor, turning her to face the mirrors again as I slid a condom on.
My hand slid up, grabbing a fistful of her hair, arching her up slightly as I slammed my cock inside her pussy.
In the mirror, I watched her bite her lower lip to keep from crying out as I started to fuck her.
"Faster," she whispered, slamming her hips back into me.