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I wasn t talking about the bike.
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I only need a shirt, Mirabelle told him as Flynn dragged her, paint splattered, into
the large department store at the Chermside shopping center. She normally never
shopped in this particular store as it was too expensive. She was a chain store kind of
girl. This is all designer stuff. She picked up a shirt and gasped at the price. Whoa!
The price of that was the equivalent of her electricity bill for three months. Mirabelle
replaced it quickly on the stand. She hugged her arms over her paint-covered shirt,
feeling out of place in the plush surrounds with the limo man in his biker leathers.
Though Flynn walked around like he owned the place.
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I owe you a shirt and you shall have a shirt.
Okay fine. Mirabelle picked up the electricity bill shirt, eager to get out of the
store. This will do.
Get a couple of them, Flynn urged.
Do you know how expensive these are?
You re worth it, Miss Mirabelle.
Well, of course that was the correct answer but really&
Big spender, are we? Mirabelle had heard working for the mining industry paid
big bucks but that did not mean she wanted the man to spend money needlessly.
Whatever you want. Flynn picked up a couple more shirts and some pants from
the surrounding racks and handed them to her.
I don t need pants and these may not be my size. Mirabelle looked at the tags.
They were.
I know what fits you inside and out.
Mirabelle blushed at his words. This was the only man on the planet who had the
ability to fluster her so.
You re a cocky bastard.
And you love that about me.
Yes, Mirabelle did. But was it the love of sex with Flynn or loving Flynn and
wanting to have sex with him? That was the question. Of course she knew the answer.
It was accepting it that was hard to do.
Go try them on.
They will fit and I am only getting one.
Flynn smiled down at her charmingly.
Humor me.
Just by the look her gave her, Mirabelle would have gladly done more than just
humor him at that moment. Down, girl.
Have I done anything else but humor you for the last couple of days? They
walked over to the changing room. What are you going to do? He was probably
going to be like most men and lurk about outside impatiently or look for a hardware
shop.
I ll just check out a few things. I ll be back directly. Flynn leaned over and kissed
Mirabelle softly.
Mirabelle dutifully tried everything on. It all fitted as she knew it would. She was a
woman who knew her size. She wasn t thin and she wasn t overweight. Mirabelle
Turner was one of the sixty percent of the population who was average.
Go the average, she murmured as she slipped off the last shirt over her head. She
only needed one shirt and she felt guilty even buying that. The price was ridiculous but
the shirt was very nice.
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Hey, Flynn stuck his head into the curtained cubicle and looked at Mirabelle in
her bra and panties.
What are you doing here? This is a ladies change room.
He pushed the curtain aside and stepped inside carrying a shopping bag with the
department store logo on it.
I wanted to see my lady.
Okay, that was sweet.
What s in the bag? The change cubicle seemed awfully small with Flynn Curtis
suddenly in it.
Flynn tapped the bag lightly and smiled.
Just something for later. He dropped it on the floor and let his eyes roam
Mirabelle s scantily clad body.
Mirabelle stuck her head outside and looked around. No one was about. She
ducked inside and pulled the curtain closed.
You re not supposed to be in here, limo man. Mirabelle had a feeling Flynn did a
lot of stuff he wasn t supposed to. But then that s what made him so wonderfully,
wickedly different.
Why not?
It s a dressing room.
Flynn moved in closer to Mirabelle.
Okay, so take off your bra and panties.
Just the way he said it in that husky tone made Mirabelle hot all over.
I said dressing not undressing room.
Strip.
Why? Dumb question but some last bastion of rational self-control still
demanded she ask it.
Because I want you, Miss Mirabelle. Flynn picked up her hand and placed it on
his leather-covered groin.
Mirabelle could feel his cock pushing at the seams to get out. All that confined
power needing an outlet. She felt her pussy moisten with excitement. Would she ever
not want this man?
You are so like that Eveready bunny. Her hand stayed where it was, cupping his
cock gently. But that was no bunny in his trousers. This is wrong, limo man.
Flynn reached around and pulled off Mirabelle s bra. His hands molded the firm
flesh before him. He smiled at the faint splatters of paint still on her nipples.
Says who? The only sign I see says you must wear underwear when you try on
swimwear . We re not trying on swimwear so we are not breaking any rules. Flynn
leaned down and licked one of her nipples.
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Mirabelle s hands instinctively clutched at his head to hold him close.
Don t do that& Do it. Do it harder and do it faster.
I m just trying to get all the paint off. Flynn sucked down hard. Mirabelle
groaned and her hands went down to her panties where she met Flynn s hands tugging
at the elastic and pushing them down. With joint effort they slid them to her feet.
Flynn s hands roamed the plump flesh of her ass.
I like you without panties. I especially like to do this. He thrust his hand between
her legs. Mirabelle gasped. Nice and wet and all for me.
We can t do this here. Mirabelle could. She really could.
Of course we can. Trust me. Flynn turned her around to face the mirror. I want
to watch us make love.
Mirabelle felt the thrill of anticipation pulse through her body as she watched Flynn
unzip and drop his trousers. His cock stood hard and proud against his stomach.
Mirabelle licked her lips and locked eyes with his.
Like what you see, Miss Mirabelle? He rifled through his trouser pocket for the
condom he knew was in there.
Hmm& yummy. She listened to his answering chuckle as she watched him roll a
condom over his excited cock. She had never liked the hard, glaring lighting in dressing
rooms before as it made every lump and bump stand out so prominently. But now
Mirabelle saw definite advantages in it. Mirabelle pushed her ass back into him and
spread her legs.
Perfect, Flynn murmured as he grabbed her hips and rubbed his cock, toying
against her ass. Hard and fast?
Yes& any way& just do it now.
That s my girl. Flynn impaled her to the hilt with one stroke.
Oh Flynn& Mirabelle moaned as he thrust back and forth, his testicles slapping
into her ass. She watched them in the mirror as Flynn s hands caressed her breasts and
tugged on her nipples. It was beautiful and wild and she had never thought of herself
as either of those before. It was this man who made her feel this way. She had never
trusted someone as quickly as she had Flynn. And for Mirabelle, trust and love went
hand in hand. Yeah, she loved him.
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