Page 27 of Hard and Unprotected

But once we’d bought a truckload of stuff, it was time to play. Oh yeah, my dick couldn’t take it anymore. I’d watched Maggie disrobe countless times now, modeling a multitude of outfits. But now it was time to model one last item.

“Thanks so much,” I said to the simpering saleslady. “We can take it from here.”

The woman flashed me a knowing look. Quickly, she signaled to the other girls and they scuttled out of the salon, a couple hiding smiles behind their hands.

“I’ll call if I need anything else,” I growled, not looking their way. Code for “Do not disturb because I’m fucking my woman.” They’re used to this kind of thing in lavish department stores. Money’s a door opener, it’ll get you anything.

Because it was all Maggie then.

I licked my lips like a hungry lion.

In a silken robe, Maggie looked delicious. Tantalizing. Luscious. Hell, the designer clothes weren’t needed. She could make anything look good.

But the brunette was distracted, eyes trailing worriedly over the racks of clothes we’d picked out.

“Evan, I just don’t know,” she murmured, biting her lip.

But I wasn’t having it. No more questions. No more resistance.

Shit. She was driving me crazy.

“Try on something else for me.” My voice dropped deep as she whirled around, eyes wide, the air crackling.

She licked her lips.

“But I already tried everything on,” came that soft whisper.

Good. She was as turned on as me.

“The fur coat. Now. I want to see it again,” came my order.

Her cheeks flushed.

Why was this so crazy?

So I want to see my lush girl nude, wearing nothing but a mink jacket.

That’s not so nasty, is it?

Actually, it is. Maggie just didn’t know it yet.

With slow feet, she walked to the rack and slowly slipped the mink item off the hanger.

“This one?” she asked breathily. Because yeah, we picked out a couple things, so there was more than one six figure coat there.

I smiled wolfishly as she held up the midnight fur, floor length and shimmering.

“That’s it baby girl. Now model it for me.”

Slowly, the girl pulled the coat open, making to slip one arm inside.

But I stopped her.

“Did I say model it like that?”

She paused, flummoxed.

“I’m sorry?” she whispered. “Evan?”