Page 50 of Sacrifice Bunt

After a shower that took way longer than it should have because neither one of them could keep their hands off the other, they hit the streets of his small town so that Zara could find some things to wear. He lived just outside the city but it had everything they needed. She also called Shane and over the phone, Noah could hear him laughing it off, saying it was absolutely not a big deal and to have fun.

Shopping with Zara was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. He'd shopped with his mom many times throughout the years and even with girls that were friends. They were picky, they took their time, they needed opinions about everything, but not Zara. She knew exactly what she wanted, picked it out, and purchased it.

One more point in her favor.

“I think I have enough,” Zara said after the third store.

He lifted the three bags he was carrying for her because there was no way he was going to let her carry her own bags. “Are you sure? This isn't a lot.”

“I only need something for tonight, tomorrow, and the game tomorrow night.

Which reminds me, any chance we can stop by a sports shop? I want to get an Emperor's shirt.”

Noah lowered his sunglasses, trying to understand what she was asking. “You want an Emperor's shirt?”

“Well I should definitely wear something supporting your team, don't you think?”

He stopped walking. Frozen in place. “You're going to wear an Emperor’s shirt?”

She had taken two steps forward after he stopped, so she had to turn around to look at him. “Yeah, why wouldn't I?”

“I've never seen you in a shirt for any team ever.” His mind was swirling with what this meant.

“I've never worn a shirt for any team ever.” She closed the distance between them. “I was at those games for work. To help my clients. I'll be at your game tomorrow night to watch you. I want to wear a shirt with your team on it.”

His dick went hard right there on the sidewalk in the middle of Los Angeles. “Fuck, that's hot.”

She dipped her head, not looking at him. “Then later, after the game, maybe you can rip it off of me.” She lifted her gaze, meeting his.

“That's it, let's go. Now.” He started walking, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her down the sidewalk. “We have to get home immediately.” He couldn't get the image of ripping an Emperor’s shirt from her body out of his head. It wasn't going to go away until he did it and even then he wouldn't ever forget it.

She laughed, fumbling over her feet to keep up with him. “Someone's in a hurry.”

“Move faster, Zara, or else I'm going to find the nearest alley and fuck you in it.”

“I might not be against that.”

He didn't look back. He couldn’t. Because if he did, he would absolutely find somewhere close by where he could take her up against the wall and he didn't want that. Or maybe he did. But he needed time to fuck her right. He wanted her alone in his house, in his bed, and then after he fucked her properly, he was going to make slow sweet love to her and hope that he could make her fall in love with him.

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