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“We’ll take it,” I say to the assistant as she comes to stand behind Lilly. I’m not thrilled by the smugI told you solook on her face as she glances atme.
“Okay, Sir. Are you going to need accessories? Shoes, jewellery abag?”
“Yes, everythingplease.”
The time it takes for her to pick everything out and come back is torturous as Lilly perches herself on the sofa next to me. It gives me a look at the back, which has a long line of diamond buttons running from the base of her neck to the top of her arse. The desire to undo each one and reveal what is beneath is seriously high. I almost give into temptation when the assistant reappears with a pile of boxes in herhands.
I watch as Lilly tries on shoes and picks the bag she wants. Thankfully, it’s a much faster process than finding the dress. Before long, the assistant disappears with the dress draped over her arm again and Lilly’s chosen accessories, saying she’ll get everything boxed up ready for payment. The second she’s out of sight, I make mymove.
I open the changing room door quietly and step up to Lilly. A little shriek comes from her but it’s silenced when I put my hand over her mouth. I look over her shoulder and into the full-length mirror in front of us.Perfect.
Lilly is exactly as I was hoping—just in herunderwear.
“You’re going to have to be silent,” I whisper in her ear before undoing my fly and pulling out my already hard cock. “This is what you do to me, Lilly. Now, can you bequiet?”
She bites down on her bottom lip and nods once. It’s all the approval I need. I bend her forward at the waist and pull her knickers to the side before liningup.
“Put your hands on the mirror. This is going to befast.”
The glow of Lilly’s cheeks when we leave the changing room leaves nothing to the imagination about what just went on in that little room. She was quiet for the most part, but not quiet enough for the couple of middle aged women also in the personal shopper changing rooms not to know what was goingon.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” Lilly says in shock as we leave the shop with her purchases in tow. “I’m sure we could have been arrested or something for doingthat.”
“It’s fine. I’m sure the other women lovedit.”
“Lucas,” she squeals with a slap to my shoulder. “What are we doingtonight?”
“I thought we could have the dinner we missed last night. Do you want to get a new dress for the occasion? I may even allow you to buy it,” I say, but it pains me to do so. I’ve never had anyone but myself to spend my money on before but I’m finding that I quite like doingso.
“Can I choose what we do tonight?” she asks, taking me bysurprise.
“Don’t you want to go for ameal?”
“I have something better in mind,” she says with a cheekysmile.
Lilly
Itakeus straight back to our hotel room so we can drop the stuff off. I am in love with the dress; it’s stunning, but the price is obscene for something I may only wear once in mylife.
I can’t believe I allowed Lucas to do what he did in the changing room. My face still feels hot with embarrassment. But the second I saw him in the mirror behind me, I knew there was no way I’d say no. He had that dark look in his eyes again. The one that basically means I’ll do whatever he says. It was quick, but it was by no means any less enjoyable that the other times we’ve beentogether.
It’s late afternoon when we walk back out through the entrance to the hotel. I glance over at Lucas. I can see that he’s trying to be himself but for some reason he won’t allow himself to fully let go. I guess it’s because we are staying in one of his hotels and he feels like he needs to keep up his bosspersona.
He’s wearing a pair of dark jeans and a jumper. It’s a little more casual than his suit, but not alot.
“What’s the plan then,beautiful?”
I wanted to do things my way. I wasn’t up for fancy restaurants and even fancierfood.
“Come on,” I say as I wave down a taxi and jumpin.
“Please can you take us to Hyde Park? But we need to stop at a supermarket on the way,” I instruct thedriver.
The taxi lurches forward and I can feel Lucas’ eyes onme.
“Lucas,” I say, not really knowing how to put into words what I want to say without offending him. “I know that the whole suit thing is a lie; that isn’t who you are. I can see that now. The designer labels, expensive restaurants…I think you’re almost as uncomfortable with that as I am. So we’re going to do things myway.”
Lucas doesn’t agree with me, but he doesn’t argue either. We both know I’m right, and I will get him to open upeventually.
