Page 26 of Hard and Unprotected

And in a flash, Maggie was back, wearing a modest floral dress. Real pretty. Natural and sweet, without any artifice.

“Ready to go?” she cooed teasingly. “Or are you busy?” she asked, eyeing the massive tent at my crotch. Because I was having second thoughts for sure. I was ready to grab this female by the hair and drag her right back into the apartment, fucking that pussy senseless in the foyer.

But no.

There was shit to buy.

Like fancy stuff, things she didn’t already have.

Because I was ready to open my wallet to spend the big gazongas.

I grabbed her wrist then, almost dragging her to the limo.

“Evan!” she squealed. “Stop, stop! I’m coming, I can walk!”

But I needed that sweet female flesh.

“Get in,” I growled, blue eyes flashing. “Now.”

And thank god, the female folded herself into the darkened space, lush assets still beckoning.

Like a trooper, I was able to keep my hands off her during the short ride.

Almost.

I squeezed a boobie now and then, running my hand into the sweet space between her thighs. But in five minutes, we pulled up to a fancy department store.

“Oh wow,” she murmured, eyes wide through the window. “I’ve never been here before.”

“Get ready, sweet thing,” was my grim reply. “Because it’s time to spend.”

And spend we did. I took her to the private women’s lounge, a place where only serious shoppers go. There were tea and cookies, but that’s not my style. Instead, I wanted to see the girl model. I wanted to see her put on anything and everything,Pretty Womanstyle.

And shit, but clothes look good on her. Real good.

Sundresses.

Coats.

Jackets.

Shirts.

Pants.

And lingerie. Shit, that lingerie.

“We’ll take it,” I said with a raspy growl. “All of it.”

Maggie colored.

“I don’t need it,” she protested. “Not fifty sets of bras and panties, it’s too much.”

But behind the saleslady’s back, I held up the scrap of torn lace. Oh yeah, the pink fabric dangled tantalizingly, making the female blush all over again.

“Okay,” she said quickly, cheeks flushing. “We’ll take it.”

Because of course it was necessary. I planned on ripping that shit to shreds at every opportunity. Or at least pulling it piece by piece off her curvy body, stretching the crotch obscenely to the side for total access to that steaming slit.