Page 18 of Shared Spaces

That was probably the worst thing I have ever tasted.

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I left for my classes a little early, hoping to catch up on some reading at the library before heading to the most boring course of all. Marketing Strategies.

Luckily, the course was cut short due to the teacher being called out for an emergency. They didn’t bother finding someone to cover, so here we are, being dismissed.

I could use an afternoon of binge watching some TV anyway.

After I park the Charger, I head up to the apartment and kick my shoes off at the door. Gwen isn’t home yet, and it’s not like her to stay out for long. She grows tired of crowds quite fast.

I have a feeling she’s with Mila.

The next episode is about to play when I hear the front door creak open, followed by the sound of Gwen’s stilettos clicking against the ceramic tile.

Fuck, I love when she wears those.

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Gwen

Remind me why we wear stilettos to go shopping? My feet are killing me, and I knew better than to wear them.

A small price to pay considering how well they match my dress.

After getting my shoes off, I sigh in relief when my feet hit the cold ceramic tile. I toss my bag to the side and head toward the living room to rest my feet.

“Hey! How was shopping?” Jay says, catching me off guard for a second.

“Um, it was okay—I bought a new dress!”

He smirks as if to say he isn’t surprised.

“What else did you get?” He asks.

“I—I bought s-sandals too.”

For fuck sake, why are his eyes so intimidating?

“Let me see.”

“No. I just sat down!” I say.

“I want to see the dress too.” He groans, running his hands slowly down his legs while keeping his eyes on me.

“Fine.” I sigh.

Honestly, if it were anyone else, I’d tell them to get fucked. I hate trying things on. Even at the stores, I judge the fit by eye because I refuse to spend that much time in one place.

I quickly head to my room and grab the bag with the shoes and dress in it. I bought a cute little choker to match too. It was supposed to be a surprise since I was going to wear it at the party, but he’s convincing.

Slipping my dress off, I grab the dress, placing it over my head so the neck straps are perfectly lined up. I have to say, it accents my curves perfectly. Strangely, I’ve noticed how much I’ve come to appreciate my body since I’ve known Jay.

The sandals are a bit more time consuming to put on, considering the amount of straps that have to be crisscrossed up my leg. They’re white with a tiny heel, so I can walk properly and prevent myself from having to change my shoes halfway through the party.

After checking myself out in the mirror, I head out toward the living room, and gasp when I see Jay, with his legs spread apart, and his very hard cock in his hand.

Instantly, a rush of heat runs through my core, and I can feel the wetness forming between my legs. His eyes wander to my breasts, then to my lips as he motions for me to come closer with his finger.

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