Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“You really did have my things brought over!” She sounds shocked. She doesn’t yet understand that there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her.
Her smile cuts right through me, touching that excitement I felt when we first met.
She’s the one. I don’t know how I know it, but I do.
“Put some shoes on,” I tell her. “I’m taking you out.”
She frowns, confused. So adorable.
“Out?” she asks. “It’s not even lunchtime. Where are we going?”
The look on Megan’s face when we pull up in front of Hasburg’s is priceless. She twists in her seat and gawks at me. “No, way. You are not taking me in there.”
Hasburg’s is the most expensive clothing store in the city, selling every famous designer brand, as well as the more exclusive ones.
“I’m not?” I chuckle, teasing her thigh with my fingers. Her skin is so soft, and my cock is already starting to swell as I touch her.
I need to calm down or I’m gonna be so hard I won’t be able to walk…
“Orson, I’m wearing a ten-dollar dress from TJ Maxx! They’re going to throw me out!”
Shaking my head, I lean in and kiss her softly. It’s our first genuine kiss—the kind that a boyfriend gives his girlfriend after they’ve been dating a while. Her eyes light up. It’s electric between us.
“You’re with me. They’ll treat you like the princess you are.”
And they do.
The two girls at the desk greet Megan like she’s the heir to the Rockefeller fortune. She looks back at me like a timid animal, and I quickly step in to take over.
“We’re just going to browse,” I tell the girls. “I’ll let you know if we need anything.”
They both nod and go meander by the windows. I take Megan by the hand and lead her through the store.
Just watching her face as she takes everything in is enough to make me smile. I’m warm inside—truly alive for the first time in years.
Even her ‘ten-dollar dress’ gets my blood pumping. The way her hips move has my cock stiff beneath my pants as I picture her lying beneath me in bed last night.
I can’t believe the effect she’s having on me. Just two days ago, I was absolutely sure I’d never meet a woman in my life that I could truly care about. Now here I am, voluntarily spoiling my princess.
I’m a new man for you, angel…
My heart is open…
Of course, there’s always a risk that she’s playing me. Countless women have pretended to love me over the years, when all they wanted was my money. But I’m good at reading people, and I just don’t see it. She’d have to be a better actress than Meryl Streep to be pulling a fast one on me.
“How about this?” I ask, pointing to a rose-colored dress hanging from a display. Her eyes light up, and she nods ecstatically. But when she reaches down the neckline to look at the tag, her jaw drops.
“Orson, do you see what this costs?”
I wave my hand to one of the girls who greeted us. She comes rushing over.
“The cost doesn’t matter. Pick out what you like, and it’s yours.”
Tentatively, she leans in close and whispers. “Orson…I don’t just want your money.”
Her eyes are so soft, so delicate, and open to me like she’s baring her soul. I run my hands through her hair and picture our life together.
“I know you don’t. And that’s why I’m not afraid to spend it on you.”
After a few minutes of persuasion, I manage to get her to pick out six things that she likes. The clerks find her size and show us to the dressing room. I pull two hundreds from my pocket and hand one to each of them.
“Thank you, we’ll be fine from here.”
They glance at each other then back at us and smile. They get it. And like that, Megan and I are left alone.
We step into the dressing room, and I quickly lock the door behind us. My blood boiling, I slip my arm around her waist and lift the hem of her dress up over her hips. She gasps as I grab her ass with both hands, squeezing tight, feeling the firm flesh.
Perfection.
“You don’t know how hard it is to keep my hands off you.”
Megan’s jaw trembles as she looks up at me.
“Right here, Orson? In the store?” A tiny laugh slips from her lips. “This is crazy!”
“You’re goddamn right it is,” I reply. “And don’t pretend that you don’t like it.”
My desire has reached its peak. I can’t hold back any longer.
I lift her dress up and off. My cock twitches painfully. Christ, she’s wearing nothing underneath.
“You’re perfect, princess,” I growl, running my hands across her flawless body. I lean in and kiss her breasts, taking her nipples between my lips and sucking. A moan tickles my ears, and she wraps her tiny little arms around my neck like she’s holding on for dear life.