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I want to be married toyou.
I poured those words into fast, frantic kisses, but it wasn't enough. With my hands on her tight little ass, I boosted her up and flattened her against the wall. Hangers clattered to the floor and I heard the chandelier rattling above us, but none of that stopped me from grinding intoher.
"Unzip me," I ordered between kisses. "Take my cockout."
As Andy palmed my length, a knock sounded at the door. "Hello in there! It's Heather. What can I do for you? How is everything fitting? Is there anything I can grab for you? Different sizes orcolors?"
“Not a word out of you,” Andy whispered. She slapped a hand over my lips as I started to respond. "I'm all set for now,Heather."
"Okay," she said slowly. "I thought I heard you call for me but I'll just leave you toit."
That earned me a pointed glare. I shrugged. I couldn't helpit.
"Thanks, Heather," shereplied.
Andy stared at the door, her hand still covering my mouth and my erection throbbing for her attention, and listened while Heather knocked on several other doors. Once her voice faded away, I rocked between Andy's legs again and squeezed herass.
"Someone's feeling bold today," shemurmured.
"You're teasing me with talk of cooking in four inches of lace," I replied. "Not sure how you expected me to respond tothat."
"I'd planned on teasing you with it on Christmas morning, but you can't beg, stalk, andchoose."
"I'm certain that I can," I said, nipping at herneck.
She planted a chaste kiss on my jaw and tipped her head to the side. "Since you're here, you can sit right over there"—I followed her gaze to the velvet slipper chair in the corner—"and see the pieces I'mconsidering."
I thrust against her again and drew a breathy moan from her lips. "I'd rather see them from righthere."
Her gaze cooled and she aimed that same steel-spined, take-neither-prisoners-nor-shit look that she reserved for errant contractors at me. "You can sit over there or you canleave."
With a frustrated growl, I set her on her feet. "I'm not leaving,Kitten."
I retreated to the corner while Andy collected the pieces I'd knocked over in my haste to get my hands on her. Once everything was in her preferred order, she stripped out of her clothes. And it was every bitstripping.
When she turned away from me and wiggled out of her jeans, exposing her skimpy black panties, I had to press my knuckles to my mouth to repress a growl. Even after nearly five years, Andy still leveledme.
"How did this happen? Did you…did you follow me here?" she asked, ripping me out of my unabashed appreciation for her body. I folded my hands over my fly in a weak attempt to conceal my erection. I wasn't sure why Ibothered.
"I did not," I replied, staring at her bare skin. She was nude save for undies and menorah knee socks, and I was a breath away from drooling. "This was all Matt'sidea."
She considered this for a moment and then nodded as if she could understand his logic. "He knows what Laurenlikes."
I dragged my gaze from her eyes to her feet. "I didn't think this was your style," I said, jerking my chin toward the items hanging on therack.
She crossed her arms under her bare breasts and arched an eyebrow. She went right on staring at me, cool and calm while I was about to tear this tiny room apart. "I'm going to try these on now." She pointed at the door. "Last chance toleave."
I lifted my hands and gestured toward the tent in my trousers. "I'm long past that,Kitten."
She reached for a frilly bra in a shade of beige that looked boring on walls and fucking delicious as it met her skin. "You didn't have to come in here," she said, her voice filled with playful censure. She stared at herself in the mirror, shifting to get a look at the bra's ornateback.
"Oh, yes, I did." I stared as she adjusted her breasts in the cups, palming and lifting them until they were seated just right. "There was no way in hell I was letting you check out these things without somesupervision."
I leaned forward and sucked her nipple through the fabric. She dropped her hands to my shoulders, her nails driving into my sweater as I tugged her skin between myteeth.
"Is that what you're doing? Supervising?" she said through amoan.
"Yes. Get this one," I murmured, kissing my way down to her belly button. "Next."
