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He looks at my ass and shakes his head. “Nope.”
“What if I bend over?” I ask. And I know it’s a sexual thing to do, but I want to make sure it’s bend-over proof. I grab my ass and say, “Should I not be asking you that? Should I ask someone else?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “You’re my girlfriend. You can ask me.”
I point at him. “Don’t get any ideas.”
I bend over, pretending to pick up something from the ground.
Matt says, “No granny panties in sight.”
I stand straight and say, “Perfect.”
“Are you going to try on more?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No. Did you want me to?”
“No, that was – that outfit is the one, for sure.”
I grin. “Okay.”
Chapter 28
I can’t be the only man that thinks about sex like ten times a day. And what Amber just did to me has my dick jumping in my pants. First, that skirt is a solid ten on her. Then to see her bend over in them…that was great. I’m allowed to look? I can’t wait to see her in that skirt tonight, barefoot on the beach. I think that skirt will be the death of me, and that’s why when I saw it hanging on its hanger, I had to suggest it. And she’s a smoke show in it.
“Can we go to the earring section?” she asks, walking out with the outfit in her arms. “I want to look for something classy to add to the fit.”
I stand and then follow behind her. “Yeah.”
She says to herself, “Maybe a necklace.”
When we reach the section, she’s touching everything on the rack and humming the song that was on the radio in the truck before we got out. Watching her like this is out of our normal element, and I’m eating this shit up.
“Do you like this?” I ask, holding up a necklace with an M on it.
She rolls her eyes. “What do you think about these earrings? Should I go with something that dangles or…” She holds it up to her ear and then looks at me. “Try your best to imagine, so I don’t have to put it on.”
“That looks good.”
“Or this,” she asks, holding a square-shaped thing to her ear.
“No.”
“Okay,” she says. “The dangling ones. Ooh, look at these belts.” She grabs a black one and whips it towards me with a laugh.
“What’re you going to do with that?” I ask.
She looks at me through her long eyelashes and says, “Whip your ass into shape if you’re out of line.”
Why does that sound hot? I imagine taking off the belt and tying it around her wrists. Fuck, there I go thinking about sex again.
“I don’t like rules,” I offer. “I’m definitely a rule-breaker.”
“Naughty boy,” she scoffs.
I break eye contact to look at the earrings again because I won’t be able to control myself for much longer. This playful, flirty side to Amber is turning me on. Maybe it’s because I keep calling her my girlfriend, and my dick is hopping up and down likegirlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend.
“Did you get your mom a gift?” she asks.
