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The fitting rooms were in the back hallway near the restrooms, and even though they were all empty, I chose the room on the end closest to the three-way mirror.

I would’ve tried on my selections, but then I wasn’t wearing underwear and didn’t feel comfortable going commando in something that may not have fit.

Knocking on my door caused me to turn from the mirror in the room. A pair of men’s black Converse sneakers could be seen under the door.

“Um, occupied,” I said loudly.

“Open the door, Bianka,” he whispered.

Zander.

I went and opened the door and he was quick to join me before locking the door behind himself.He was now wearing sunglasses, as if that could hide who he was on some Clark Kent shit.

Zander was so big and tall, and undeniably masculine. He looked ridiculous standing there in the dressing room with me. The tiny stall got even smaller with his massive figure now taking up space.

“What—” I wasn’t able to get the question out before he backed me up against a wall.

Zander pressed his finger to my lips and peered into my eyes. “Can you be quiet?”

He wanted to have sex right here in the fitting room? The ideawascrazy. Something I would never do.

Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I leaned forward and pressed my lips to Zander’s, giving him my answer. He smiled as he kissed me back, pulling away to undo his jeans.

With shaky hands, I grabbed a condom from my purse, nervous.

“I’ve never done this before,” I confessed.

Zander winked at me as he accepted it. “Me neither.”

Another first for the both of us.

Zander picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. My not wearing underwear provided him easy access to what he wanted. His lips were on mine and mine were on his. And then he was in me and my first thought was how much I missed the feel of him there. My mouth fell open and I felt myself ready to moan.

His warm hand covered my lips as he thrust deeper into me. “Shh. I know, I know.”

The echoes of heels against the hardwood floor sounded out. People were heading our way.

“Yeah, I totally get what you mean. Justin is going to freak out when he sees me in this.” A woman’s voice was near us, right outside the door.

“He better.” Her friend chuckled as they slipped into the stalls beside us.

Oh. Shit.

My heart raced as my eyes shot to the door, not feeling as discreet as I once did.

The sickest smile spread across Zander’s face as he studied my trepidation and ate it up.

He pulled out of me slowly, watching me become undone at the sensation of him, before entering me again just as deliberate.

Ohhh.

My eyes slid to the back of my skull, and I seriously doubted just then I could keep my mouth shut. He just felt too good, too much, and yet I still wanted more.

Suddenly I didn’t care who was near us or how reckless this was. I bit his hand, and when he pulled it away, I leaned down and brought my mouth to his.

We went at it in the fitting room and the moment wasn’t lost on us. Our kisses were hungry, our hands were needy, and the connection was insatiable. It felt like I could always come with Zander. The attraction, the feeling, and the mutual yearning took me to the edge every time.

There was no shame for Zander when we finished and separated. He kept sneaking peeks at me as he adjusted and pulled himself together, like we had a secret no one else was in on.

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