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He takes my hand and leads me to what I’m going to call our dressing room from now on. As soon as the door is latched, he pushes me against it and kisses me roughly.

“I’ve been dying to do that since I left Tuesday afternoon,” he admits against my lips. “You’re beautiful, Maggie.”

I moan into his mouth. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what we did that day. You’ve ignited something in me.”

“I like the way that sounds,” he tells me. His tongue dips between my lips, inciting another moan. “I could kiss you like this forever.”

“Please do,” I beg. “No one has made me feel like this before.”

“Remember how good I made you feel on Tuesday?”

I nod as he trails kisses down my chin to my neck. “Of course,” I say, running my hands over his short hair. “Don’t leave any marks.”

He meets my eyes and pouts. “Are you sure?”

“My parents would kill me.”

If the admission surprises him, Sean is careful not to show it. He returns to kissing my neck, never biting hard enough to leave a hickey. I wonder what it would be like to get a hickey. That’s yet another high school tradition I never got to be a part of.

“I want you so badly, Maggie,” he says. His hands pull our hips against each other. Once again, I can feel just how true his statement is. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

No one has ever called me beautiful before. “I want you, too.”

“I’m going to make you feel so good, Maggie,” Sean promises. “But we don’t have the time right now, and your first experience shouldn’t be in a dressing room.”

This time, I pout. “You didn’t drag me in here just to kiss me, did you?”

He smirks. “Of course not. I didn’t say we couldn’t do anything right now. Just not the big thing.”

It’s sweet that he’s considering how I might feel about losing my virginity in a dressing room. As tempted as I am to say screw it and screw him right here, I know he’s right. I’ll be happy with whatever he’s willing to give me for now.

“Make me feel good, then, Sean.”

“Sit,” he orders. Sean kneels in front of me on the hard floor and expertly removes my panties for the second time in less than a week. “You smell so good, Maggie. Sweet like sugar.”

Sean kisses my thighs slowly. Unlike our last experience together, he’s taking his time, even though we don’t have much of it.

“I could still taste you for hours after our last meeting. It was almost enough to tide me over until I got to taste you again.”

“Please, Sean,” I beg as his kisses get closer to my center. “I need to feel you.”

Finally, his lips make contact with my most sensitive spot, and I nearly come right then. “That’s it, darling, enjoy it. Let yourself feel it all.”

“I feel it,” I pant, squirming under his attention. “It feels so good.”

He sucks my bud between his lips. The sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Using my own hands, I’d tried to re-enact our tryst, but having the real thing is a million times better. How will I ever go back to life before this when I now know how incredible it feels?

Sean’s large fingers curl into my waiting hole. I bite my lip to stop myself from screaming. The dressing rooms are set apart from the sales floor, but someone could still hear me. I don’t want anyone ruining what’s about to happen.

What’s about to happen is me being pushed over a dark edge by a man for the second time in my life. “Just like that, Sean,” I say between heaving breaths. “I’m so close. Don’t stop.”

He quickens his pace, adding a third finger to his thrusts and licking circles around my enlarged clit.

“Oh, Sean!” I scream, unable to hold back. “I’m coming!”

He doesn’t stop pumping his fingers in and out of me as waves of orgasm course through me. Sean laps up my juices with every pulse of pleasure.

“The best taste in the world,” he says as I come down from my high. “You’re incredible, Maggie.”