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“Oh!” she said. He usually took his time. This was all so abrupt. Still, the very urgency of it turned her on.
“Are you ready?” he asked. He kissed her ear and pushed his finger deep inside her. “You seem ready. You’re wet already.”
“You always make me wet,” she said. “I’m in a permanent state of arousal.”
“That’s what I want to hear.” She heard him shuffling with his belt buckle, and then felt prodding heat between her legs. She braced herself with both hands against the wall. Blaine pushed into her with a low moan.
“Look…” he said. “Look in the mirror.”
Mia looked over one shoulder, and then the other. She had a different view from each of the dressing room’s mirrors. In one she could see her own profile. Her arched back and splayed legs. The second showed her Blaine’s hands on her breasts through her top. The third gave the best view. His jeans had fallen down, and his tightly muscled ass moved with his thrusts. Mia had always had a hard time coming from penetration, but as she watched Blaine pump into her, and his hands on her bottom, she felt her own orgasm coming on. She bit her lower lip, and came in a series of low whimpers. Blaine didn’t take long to follow her. He came on her back with his own suppressed sounds of ecstasy.
He rested his head between her shoulders. “That was amazing. How can it feel that good that fast?”
His curiosity made her smile. “I don’t’ know,” she said. “That might be a record for me.”
“How are we going to clean up?” He looked around the dressing room. “I can’t wipe you down with jeans I haven’t bought.”
She laughed and directed him to the tissues in her purse. He wiped her back and kissed her. She touched his sleeping cock. “Now you’ll be able to fit in those jeans. If this guy was awake, you’d never be able to button them.”
He kissed her nose. She peeked out the dressing room door. “I’d better sneak out of here.”
She slid out, and thought she’d made a clean break, until a Bloomingdales staff member stopped her. “The women’s dressing rooms are that way, miss,” the elderly gentleman in the bow-tie said.
She giggled like a schoolgirl and said, “Oh! Of course. Silly me!”
The salesman raised one eyebrow at her. “Why don’t you head that way.”
“Right,” she said.
“Oh, and miss?”
“Yes?”
“I’ve been working here for twenty years. I’ve seen it all. You might have thought you were being quiet, but you’ll have to do better than that.”
*
Mia thought she’d gotten used to the bombshells that Blaine tended to drop on her, but his proclamation in the kitchen the next day made no sense.
“What you do you mean, you have to run a charter? We’re supposed to leave the day after tomorrow.”
“I know…but I cancelled on this guy for this weekend, obviously. He asked if I could take him out tomorrow morning. I feel bad. He’d planned to take two important clients with him.”
“Blaine—there are other charters!”
“I know, but this guy has been great about bringing me clients.”
“Why do you care so much? It’s not like you need the money.”
Blaine threw up his hands. “It’s not about the money, Mia. I love taking people fishing. It makes me happy. It makes me happier than anything that ever made me tons of money.”
She sighed. “Okay, I’m sorry. That was out of line.”
“I get it. I get that it seems weird that I’d want to work… basically in manual labor… with the money I have. But it’s my passion.”
Mia walked across the kitchen and hugged him. “You haven’t even packed yet.”
He kissed the top of her head. “I can pack in an hour. Throw some stuff in a bag and sort it out when we get there. Besides, I’m taking the boat down. You’ll be there a day or two before me.”
