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Perusing the stock costumes, I asked, “So, Princess Leia in the gold bikini situation?” I wasn’t sure I’d feel comfortable showing my scars.

“Overrated.”

My mouth dropped. “Oh?”

“I prefer her in the ceremonial dress.”

“The white one?”

He placed me so I was walking in front of him as we perused down the aisle, probably hiding his erection. “Yeah, Snow White. Got a problem with that?”

“No. Just unexpected. You surprise me.”

The store didn’t have many good costumes left, but I was able to find a silky white top and flowy skirt that could work with a bangle belt. My hair would be just long enough for a large bun. I’d have to find a cape to make sleeves for the dress, but I thought I had something in my closet that could work.

George found his necessary items, but before we checked out, he grabbed a basket and carted me towards the grocery. He filled the plastic basket with chips, popcorn, candy bars, and gummy bears. Once we made it to the freezer section, he asked, “Which ice cream do you prefer?” He held his hand to the row of frozen goods like a game show host. I giggled.

“Cherries and chocolate.”

“Wrong answer.” He pulled a pint out for me anyway and dropped it in with the other snacks. He reached in, then pulled out another pint and held up his choice. “Moose Tracks was the answer I was looking for.”

Once we made it to the self-checkout, George put his arms around me as we scanned our items together. He leaned in to put his face next to mine. “I’ll feed you later.”

Was this a date? A date to Wal-Mart? It was difficult to breathe when he was this close: timber and man and sweat and iron all dancing in my nose. His blond hair tickled my collarbone. My body stretched and he stuttered a laughing breath into my ear, knowing exactly what he was doing to me.

“Fuck, let’s get out of here,” he said.

Snatching his bag in one hand and mine in his other, he led us out of the store. His hurried, long strides made me shuffle to stay caught up with him. Throwing the bags in his back seat, he grabbed my waist and hoisted me inside the cab. When he leaned over me, he put his face in mine and growled, “I’m going to fuck you until you’re raw tonight. Tenderize you with my meat. Squeeze those juices out of your pussy. Then eat it all up.”

CHAPTERTWELVE

GEORGE

The truck wouldn’t driveto the manor fast enough.Fuck!I couldn’t wait to rip her clothes off her body. Why did she have to wear jeans?

“When I told you not to wear your tights, I should have been more specific. Don’t wear pants. Or panties. Or jeans.” I could just reach her thigh across the cab and squeezed it with my palm. She put her hand on top of mine. “I get free use of all your holes, princess.”

“Oh? I’m to be atyourbeck and call?”

“Yes.”

“What about me?”

“Huh?” I asked.

“What if I need your cock? Do I get to use it when I need it?”

“Yep.”

“Oh, okay.” She settled back in the seat. “I’m good.”

I smiled. Was Kinsley becoming quieter around me? Or was I becoming more talkative around her? The peace I’d reached for in the stars was coming closer to earth. Like right in the truck. With her. It was terrifying. More so than space.

We reached the manor garage, and I pulled in, trying to figure out a plan to get her naked as quickly as possible. “Sins. Look at me.” I threw the truck into park while gathering all our bags from the store.

“Yeah?” She started to help, but I snatched all the bags as fast as possible.

“You better fucking run up to my room as fast as your marathon-trained legs will carry you. Ditch your fucking clothes and be waiting on all fours on my bed.”

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