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Even the store assistant knocking doesn’t really bother me.
If anything, it only makes me realize how short a time we’ll have like this.
It makes me more eager to please him and myself as I reach for his swollen member again through his pants.
God, he’s fucking huge…
I feel like being with Xander means he could literally do this to me anywhere, anytime, and I wouldn’t mind.
He’s certain to make sure nobody else sees me, though.
Not that anyone could push a door open with him pressing on the other side.
Being someone else for the day, even though I know it’s dishonest, is kinda freeing, though.
Yesterday there’s no way that I would’ve dreamed of any of this as Chloe Faulkner.
But, as Ms. Chloe De Laurent, on the other hand?
With a millionaire boss already between her legs as he buys me a new wardrobe for the job I know I’ve already got…
She’s one feisty girl this one, and I like her way better than the old Chloe.
My orgasm is so sudden, so violent, and perfect that I forget everything.
The pressure inside me is finally tapped out, and I let my weight collapse onto Xander, who holds me up as if I weigh nothing. I feel wave after wave of ecstasy pulsing through me.
My legs go numb, and I don’t even feel them trembling anymore.
Xander’s tongue deep inside me feels like the missing piece of a puzzle I’ve wondered about my whole adult life.
Hearing his name called aloud from somewhere down below, it’s not until I’m fully conscious of my body stiffening and jerking as I come in his mouth that I realize it’s me.
It’s us.
The whole changing room feels like it’ll burst at the seams at the same time I do, but Xander’s the master of every aspect of the situation at hand.
And he greedily helps himself to eating all of me before he’s satisfied that I’ve come as hard and as heavy as he’d like.
I guess we’ve both answered at least one question, I know we were both thinking.
Is he really interested in me, or am I just imagining it?
Nobody could fake what just happened, and far from being apologetic or shy about it, I feel Xander standing up behind me, turning me to face him before he leans down to kiss me just as hard as he fucked me with his mouth just now.
Tasting my juices on his lips, and feeling his tongue swirling over mine makes me just as hot as when he started.
My hands, expert now at seeking the heat from his throbbing cock, I start to unzip him before another, heavier knock at the door gets his attention.
“Miss? Miss, are you alright in there?” A deep, security guard type of voice demands from the outside.
I make a face, disappointed we’ve been caught, but sadder the moment’s been stolen from us.
But Xander’s knowing smile and firm grip on me lets me know that he’s just getting started.
“I’m fine, thanks…,” I call out, sounding a little more human than I did a few moments ago. Speaking in tongues as Xander lashed me but good, in the best way possible.
Holy hell… I really should tell him…
Xander’s face and his body shaking with laughter make me giggle.
It really feels like I could do anything today and get away with it.
Well.
Almost anything…
“We’re getting you back to the hotel, I think…or would you prefer my place?” he asks, his face falling a little once he notices my expression.
“Too fast?” he asks, thumbing some wetness from my lip and pressing it to his own.
Savoring my taste one more time and making me shiver, knowing what he has planned for me with a single look.
If only I’ll say yes.
But I–
Ugh. Nothing to do but tell him, I guess…
“Xander, I–,” I start, but he holds up a cautioning finger, silencing me with it first before sealing my lips with his own.
“I know,” he finally says after kissing me long and hard, it feels like I’m wetter than when he started on me.
“You know?” I ask, looking up at him with disbelief.
Maybe he does know. I mean, a man of the world. Maybe he can taste or feel the difference.
“I know you’re not just a pretty face,” he teases me, making me wonder if he knows what I’m talking about.
He distracts me by pecking my nose and pulling me closer as his body reminds me that we still have unfinished business.
The length of his arousal runs clean up my belly and presses both my breasts apart through a very crumpled dress.
“C’mon,” he growls. “Let’s get outta here before we get arrested.”
Making sure I’m decent again and using me as a human shield, he guides me from the changing room to the astonishment of the staff, who are suddenly not so busy now that there have been strange goings-on inside the dressing room.
