“It’s too much. Let’s put it back and go somewhere else.”
She spins on a heel but before she can get past me I grab her wrist. “Nothing is too much when it comes to my baby girl. The only thing that’s too much is the way that I feel about you. The ocean and the skies can’t contain everything I feel for you.”
She looks up at me with those big blue eyes, blinking her thick eyelashes and it sends a jolt right to my rod. I need her. Now.
Putting my hand on her hip I guide her into the dressing room and slide in behind her, my head clearly over the top and with my wide body accompanying hers there’s barely enough space to change.
“Daddy!” she says, as I slap her ass as she takes off the clothes we bought from the hotel gift shop.
“I still owe you one more from lunch,” I remind her. “You’re going to get it when you least expect it.”
“I’ll be expecting it all right,” she winks. “I can’t wait.”
She unhooks her bra and those perfect little bee sting titties that defy gravity reveal themselves, my hands unable to stop from diving in immediately, cupping them and sucking on their taut peaks.
She moans but pulls back. “Let me at least get this on so you can practice taking it off.”
“I like the sound of that.”
The dress fits her like a glove, and then she does something that surprises me. “Didn’t see me grab these, did ya?” she asks, pulling out a couple of hair barrettes, putting her hair up to complete the look.
I feel my palms sweat and my hands tremble so I clamp them to my chest, trying to stop the shaking. Leaning back the few inches that I can, I give myself space to drink in the sight of her. My foot taps the floor in anticipation of ripping that dress from her body, but my thoughts are conflicted.
I’m struggling to do the right thing, to let her wear that dress the rest of the day, making every other man in town jealous and giving me a proper excuse to start ripping the eyeballs out of the annoying gossipers who seem to occupy this zip code, and then to make love to her back at the hotel like she deserves after a long bubble bath where I massage her feet and comb her hair.
Or skip all that and just take her right here and now, likely damaging this changing room beyond belief as my animalistic need takes over.
Her lips part as we maintain strong eye contact just before she strokes my arm, almost as if it’s a surrogate for the long, thick cylindrical flesh she really wants to stroke.
“What are you thinking?” she asks in a lowered voice.
“Everything that’s on your mind is on mine.”
“And if you don’t mind, we’ll need you to step out of that dressing room,” a voice says from outside. A voice that’s not the clerks.
I look over the top of the door to see two men in short sleeve button-down shirts and ties. I can smell a government employee a mile away and they reek of the kind of people who despise people like me.
“Go. Away,” I growl as Emma’s mouth falls open and she shoots me an incredulous stare that solidifies into a dazed look. She tries to shuffle back a step or two, but there’s no room. Her hand flies to her chest and her fingers touch her parted lips in surprise at what’s happening in this town…again.
“Why don’t you people learn to mind your own business.”
“Child abduction is our business, sir,” one of the men says, and at that point, I’ve had enough.
Making sure my woman is fully dressed, I unlock the dressing room door and slide out.
My lip curls in disgust and I feel my tongue push slightly forward against the backs of my teeth, which are now bared. My nose clenches and I swallow hard, leaning back to give myself room to knock these guys out with one punch if they take another step toward me.
“Sir, you need to calm down,” one says, someone from this God-forsaken town correctly reading the situation for the first time today. My eyes go dead, flat as my stance widens as I violently roll my shoulder back and crack my knuckles in my palms.
“And what makes you think I have anything to do with a child abduction?” I manage to get out through gritted teeth.
I resent rude, catty people like this whose business is other people’s business. Don’t get me wrong, child abduction is terrible and I’d never support it. As a matter of fact, I’d love to be a part of helping kids who’ve been abducted, having had first hand experience myself when my mother left my father one night when I was a few months old, only to find out my father wasn’t dead last year when I was in jail. After my mother died I bounced around in foster homes so child abduction really messes with a kid’s life, as I know from first-hand experience.
“We received an anonymous call.”
“You mean a chickenshit coward who’s afraid to put their name behind their words.”
“Anonymity helps with our cases.”