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“Try this one,” Sherri pulled a dress off the rack and handed it to me. She didn’t even look at it, maybe she knew what she’d pulled that well, or maybe she didn’t care to help me. Regardless, I really didn’t like the woman.

I held the new dress in one hand, and lifted the hem of the one I was wearing in the other.

I didn’t like this dress either. It was skin tight and silver. It wasn’t me at all. When I showed Trent he was quick to shake his head in disapproval.

I skimmed through the dresses Sherri had chosen, lingering on a short champagne colored dress. It was covered in sequins, which wouldn’t normally be something I’d like, but it worked. I also liked that the neck came up higher and it had three-quarter sleeves, so despite the short length I wouldn’t feel like I was naked.

I took the dress back with me and as soon as I looked at my reflection I knew I had found the one. It was tight, but not glued to me like the other dress had been, and I felt comfortable in it, not like a little girl playing dress up.

When Trent saw, he sat back, a grin lighting his face. “That’s the one.”

“I love it,” I said, unable to keep the slightly giddy tone from my voice.

Trent stood, his hands falling to my waist. “It’s perfect.”

I smiled, pleased that he liked it as much as I did.

“We’ll take it,” he told Sherri, not even bothering to look in her direction. “While you’re at it, get her some shoes to match.”

Sherri asked me what size I wore and I told her. “I’ll change and then we can get out of here,” I said to Trent. “I’m ready for lunch.”

I don’t know if it was the fact that we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, or what, but I was hungry all the time.

I closed the dressing room door behind me and reached around to undo the zipper. It started to fall off my shoulders and I gasped when I looked into the mirror and found Trenton standing behind me.

“Trent, what are you doing?”

He didn’t use words to answer me. He picked me up and my legs automatically wound around his lean waist. He backed me against the wall, using it to support me as his lips ravished mine. “You look fucking gorgeous in this dress and I wanted to be the one to get you out of it,” he growled against my lips. He sucked on my neck and a gasp escaped me.

“Trent,” I breathed, pushing against his shoulders, “we can’t do this here.”

“Yes, we can,” he kissed his way over my collarbone and to the other side of my neck, “but you’ll have to be really quiet.”

“What if someone finds us?” I protested.

“So what?” He countered, covering my lips with his and effectively cutting off any further protests.

He undid his belt buckle and pushed his jeans down, careful to hold me up.

“This is going to be hard and fast,” he warned. “Are you okay with this?” He cupped my cheek tenderly in his hand.

I knew if I told him to stop, that this wasn’t okay, he would, but I didn’t say that. I nodded, giving him permission, unable to ignore the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I knew we could get caught at any moment, but that only added to the excitement.

“Hold on tight,” he chuckled, pushing the dress up and ripping off my panties. Like, he literally ripped them off. I didn’t know guys did that in real life. It was kind of hot.

Once he had fixed a condom on, he was inside me in one smooth hard stroke and I gasped. I reached up, covering my mouth with my hand to stifle any sounds I made.

He hadn’t been kidding when he warned that this was going to be hard and fast. I kept one hand over my mouth, and clung to him with the other.

Knowing that we could be caught at any moment had my excitement building.

I held my breath as my orgasm grew closer, it was so hard not to make any sounds, but there was something intoxicating about it too.

Trent’s gaze found mine and I knew he was close too. Looking into his eyes, I let myself fall off the edge, knowing he’d be there to catch me.

He came too, his fingers digging into my hips to keep me from falling. Slowly, he brought his head up, kissing me deeply, and braced one hand beside my head. “You’re the only one I want,” he whispered, nibbling on my chin.

My eyes closed as I swallowed thickly.


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