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I came a second time just as Angelo’s tensed through his own release.

He growled again, and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, kissing my hair.

I squirmed from underneath his embrace and snatched up my clothes.

“Just like that?” he asked, pretending to be hurt.

I gave him a saucy look. “I’ll give you round two when we get back to the house. For now, I think we need to focus on getting out of here before we’re caught.”

“Afraid of marring your squeaky-clean record?”

“Shut up,” I hissed, though I couldn’t help but smile.

After getting dressed I snatched up the armful of lingerie I’d come in with. “I’ll go out first. You come out after about a minute.”

“Sure.”

I shimmied out the stall and closed the door firmly behind me.

“Everything fit all right?”

I nearly jumped out of my skin. The blonde salesgirl stood about two feet away.

I swallowed hard before speaking. Could she smell the sweat, pheromones, and secrets on me? “Yes. I think I’ll get it all.”

“Great! We can go to the counter and...”

The stall door behind me opened up and Angelo came out, pulling his jacket on. The sales girl’s mouth fell open into a perfect little o.

“They fit,” he smiled at her.

“O… Oh,” she stammered, her cheeks turning hot pink. “Gr… great.”

“It is great,” he coolly said.

She swallowed hard. Spinning on her heels, she scurried from the dressing area.

I shot Angelo a look. “Not fair,” I whispered. “She’ll be fantasizing about you for weeks.”

He grinned. “Whatever it takes to make sure she doesn’t report us.”