Page 56 of Wicked Witch

“So lingerie and then how about some lunch?” I suggest, stopping in front of Victoria’s Secret.

“Yes, please. Don’t get me wrong, the diner has good food, but I’m craving something else.”

Laughing, I guide her into the store and over to a huge display of panties. There are so many different styles and I can’t stop getting flashes of Wynter’s amazing ass in them.

My cock weeps as she walks away from me and over to a matching navy blue bra and panty set.

The color with her hair would look incredible.

“Yes,” I grunt like a caveman, reaching to grab it. Wynter laughs, stopping me. She moves some hangers aside, looking for her size, then hands it to me with a wink.

“Mine,” I grumble, and she tosses her head back and giggles, then nods.

“Sure, big guy.”

I walk around, looking at the soft clothes and pajamas while Wynter continues shopping.

Grabbing a few pairs of sweatpants and hoodies for her, I turn to find her. Last I saw she was at the perfume stand.

“Wynter,” I call, but she doesn’t answer. A sales lady comes over to me with a sultry smile.

She’s tall, blonde, the opposite of my girl.

“If you’re looking for the woman with dark blue hair, she dropped a bunch of stuff and bolted from the store.”

My phone rings and I thank her. Pulling it out of my jeans pocket, I answer when I see that it’s Wyn.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“No, fucking Fae sperm. Will you buy the stuff I dropped and wait for me? I’m going to be a few minutes,”she croaks, then groans.

The call drops after I hear some retching, and I cringe. I guess morning sickness has hit her.

Finding the pile of things, I take it to the counter and also grab a gift card. Wynter may need new sizes after the baby is born.

Ignoring the obvious flirting, I quickly pay and head over to a small convenience store. I saw one as we entered the mall.

Getting a small thing of saltines and a ginger ale, I find the bathroom closest to the lingerie store and plop down on a bench to wait.

It’s not long till she returns and I stand, handing her the soda.

“Ugh, thanks,” she mumbles, rubbing her stomach. Pulling her into my arms, I hold her for a minute.

“Feeling better?” I check, and she nods.

“Yes, and I know this is crazy, but can we go get lunch now?” Pulling away, I press a kiss to her damp hair and nod.

“Any suggestions? We can eat somewhere here or go to a restaurant closer to Costco?” I suggest, pulling my phone out to look up places.

“Pasta please.”

“Okay, there is an Olive Garden, Applebee’s, Chili’s, or a small Italian bistro near Costco,” I say, reading off the list on Google.

“Olive Garden is fine, but first I need to buy a toothbrush and brush my teeth,” she mutters, walking off while opening her soda and taking a sip.

I grab the bags, thankful she’s done shopping. I don’t mind it, but usually my secretary or personal shopper does this.

Yes I know I’m bougie as fuck, but I have to look sharp, in designer suits during court. It’s ass backwards, but I get more respect.

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